She lays here, numb...on the bathroom floor, still in her pretty dress she wore last evening, when life was close to perfect, when she lived for a cause, drowning in a cocktail of contentedness with tiny, barely noticeable cherry's of doubt. With friends she adored and the scent of his parfume still caught on hopes she made with dreams she followed. Just a few more seconds to get eternity, compared to what already passed...But you don't realize until facts of truth hit your head, until a single sentence bends you, weakens knees, rips out hearts so that the blood, running trough you for a single purpose of being happy, of being fulfilled...sto