She sat on the floor, looking at one picture, his green eyes filled with hope and dreams that now seemed pointless to want to be a part of. She was no longer in his life, to her he had died that night. And no matter how much she tried to forgive him for everything he did to her, she found that the anger just fed her thirst to survive, to have a purpose in life. To prove him wrong.

Today, she could hear the bells from the near by church. A choice had to be made today. After spending many days locked in the house, thinking of what to do and how to react. She had managed to go numb in short a period of time, it was like herself was gone but his spirit still lingered in the room. Haunting her. "You're not real." Her mind reminded her every time she would see him walking in the room. Pain was real, time was not going to be able to erase all of the pain. "How dare you!" Words that echoed all over the empty house as she smashed another glass fixture against the wall. Running her hands through her now long dark hair, wanting to scream, to cry and finally to cease existing. She knew it wouldn't be long before closure. And suddenly, it stopped. She opened the door to the room and walked around the empty house. Glass on the floor, from all the pictured she smashed in anger, it felt like her broken heart at the bottom of her feet. She felt no pain. Her bags were packed, she would leave and never look back. Insanity had taken over her life and she would not walk in that church. She wouldn't look at his family or his friends. She wouldn't give anyone the satisfaction, they were worthless to her, always were. She was a trophy to him and she would not be anymore. She opened the front door, slipped on her shades and jumped in his jaguar. Drove into the sunset...to oblivion and beyond.