She lay, somewhat peacefully, in her bed. Her room seemed unfamaliar;cold and forbidding, yet there was a hint of faint, painful remberence. As her heart slowed and her breathing quieted, she felt memories of that night drift into her fading conciousness.

The night before, she was alone. This is insignificant, except for the fact that she was always with him.

Him. She loved him dearly. She thought that every moment not spent with him was a moment lost forever. She loved him with all her heart and thought that he felt the same; until that night.

That night he came to their apartment at two in the morning. She had been waiting him so they could go out to dinner for Valentine's Day. When he came in, that was when he told her that they were no more. She wanted to spend forever with him, but forever wasn't going to happen. Instead of giving him the satifaction, she walked out on him.

Now, here she was , her pain eased by drugs, waiting to rid herself of the life she had wasted on false love. She had to wonder if he was worth the pain. Her last thought before she slipped into eternity, was that if your love was pure and true, it was always worth taking the risk. She embaced the darkness and for once in her life was truly happy.