And so she sat in the tub, trying to wash away the residue of her sorrows.

Endings are like a string of Christmas lights. As time passes, one by one great things eventually dim and ultimately end.

True fear is not when we're harmed; it's when we can never forget the cruel memories that we long-lived, to die for.

They say that nothing is impossible. That only barriers can be broken. So I guess I really was in your way…

Pain writes the words, sorrow wields the pen, tears wet the paper, and the story mends the heart.

I am heartbroken, but I have been heartbroken before, and this might be the best for which I can hope.