It happened so fast, her skin was hot. It felt like fire blazing off a burning building with no type of rescue in sight. Her body felt weak, crumbling apart, failing to exist. Sounds around her started to fade into mumbles, soon after muting into only movements of lips but no sounds. Darkness overcame her, clouding her path with uncertainty. She had a pulse so it wasn’t death but it felt like death. She was alive, her body functioning as it should but her mentality chopped into pieces that couldn’t be formed as whole again. In her diluted mind she began plucking the petals off the flower determining her destiny, her life depended on his love…he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me….what if he loves me not? No one would understand. No one knew. No one could change her destiny but him.