Melissa looked around the room for something to keep her mind off crying. The feeling she most often felt was creeping up on her again and she felt powerless. She looked up at the picture on her wall for reassurance that read “love looks not with the eyes. but with the heart” but one of too many tears streaked down her face. She stood staring into the bathroom mirror and as Melissa’s tears fell and her make-up smudged her mind started to wonder off….

As the rain poured down she stood there with her eyes shut tight wishing she could be somewhere else. Her heart was drowning in a puddle next to where he once stood and the pain ripped at her soul. A stranger stood in the far distance…Melissa could recognize him but she didn’t know who he was. She tried calling him but no sound would emit from her mouth… only she could her her screams for help …the screams inside of her. As he walked further from her she could feel her heart beating slower and slower until he was unseen and her heart lye motionlessly.