She has been dead for 10 whole minutes now. Not the forever kind of dead. This was far worse. Her bleeding heart has literally skipped a beat, and then another. Her eyes puddled in an ocean void of happiness. This wasn't a first love, it was THE love.

The clock made an annoying ticking sound as she slowly stood up. The floor was damp from her tears. Her hair savagely knotted, just like her insides that twisted wringing out her pain. Then there was silence.

She had fainted. Coming through she looked at the clock again, trying to ignore its mocking laugh. It has been 12 minutes since her "not the forever kind of death" had begun.

She willed herself into her bed. Her pillow cuddled her as if it knew. The blankets comforter her and kept her warm. It was late as her annoying friend showed. Her eyes were red and sore. Then silence. This time she was asleep. Her dreams spilled into happier times. An escape, even if only for a few hours.