While her head spun trying to comprehend the general date of the day with constant cut off by other thought that screamed at her forever being so stupid,
a flower fell with a sound much like walking on the fallen leaves in the autumn.
It was only logical that she had been coming home from work though she had no idea if that was the truth, she only knew that she had walked in and seen the flower on the hallway dresser.
The water was not set in water nor was it wrapped so as not to have it dry out. It only laid on the porous wood waiting to die.
The flowers sprawled out petals reaching for her as if to choke her.
There laid a Chrysanthemum, there was the end. With the flower came her goodbye. She had failed.
She sat on the couch with sad and guilty eyes. As if she was hit with a stone she realised that that was the first time she had looked her in the eyes for days.
'Are you leaving?' She asked, her voice wobbling with tears in her eyes.
She had looked around the room, high in the ceilings and down at the rugs, with already glistening cheeks. 'I am,' She choked on the words as if they were not supposed to be spoken.
'How can I? I- How will, I, can,' She tried to form a sentence but it was not possible. Even though she had known that it was coming she could not bear the pain when it did.
Like the bubble she had been living in that had been, for months, carried towards a thorn bush now had collided and burst the bubble.
The colour drained from the world as the celestial bodies above them went out.
She was left in the cold darkness that contrasted so much with the golden sunlit world she had known even if it had been only but aglow for a while.
There must surely have been more words spoken from both of them but she could not try to remember them for the logical part of her brain knew that the pain would only dig deeper.
She found it cruel that she could not remember for even though she did not know the majority of their parting words the pain had seeped its way into the core of her,
the essence of her was the pain.
She could remember the way her eyes failed to see anything, how her lungs had collapsed and every thought had started to circle around her like a predator around its prey.
She could not shift her thoughts to anything other than her. She had forgotten how to live without her, how to see, how to breathe.
With the darkness around her, she could very well be dead.
She sat down in the chair before the windowsill where she had collected all of the flowers she had been given as if they were the flowers on her grave.
She stopped everything then. She could not do anything but watch as the world as she knew it ceased to exist.