She bends down in frustration, hoping it would ease her breathing. Light-headed and confused, she begins to find a reason in her thoughts of why she feels so pent up. Uni has started today, but having a worked up weekend didn't leave her as rested as she would have liked. Her head throbs and yet, something twists inside of her. It aches, oh so madly.

Waking up this morning didn't feel any different than it should. She reminded herself that in actuality, she was a free woman. At least thats what she thinks. She's entered day 3 of not speaking to him, despite the temptations to write a simple text. She didn't need the anger, and didn't want to him to know how unloved or lonely she actually felt. It ate her. It ate at her very being. She didn't really know what to do except write, allowing it to flow out through her fingers.

"Life can be so cruel," she thought bitterly. The wind blows and she crawls into bed. Quietly, she listens to the sounds of comfort outside her door. A sadness falls over her as the night descends, as she slowly acknowledges she'll never feel a sense of attachment to anything or anyone.

Slowly but surely, she falls into a deep sleep -- dreaming of a day that she should never wake again.