Lying on her four-poster bed, face towards the ceiling, tears were streaming down from the eyes to the pillow. Memories kept her awake. She could not bear them anymore yet she had to. Nights were tormenting and so were the days. She craved for love, the love of the person who no longer cared to live in her present. She wanted to hug her past just for once that was now beyond her reach. It was difficult to stop wetting eyes for the one whose feelings have dried up. Each passing day made her stronger and each night weaker. The pain grew inside her like a tumour. Night grew darker and darker till she could not find herself there at all.
At last she wanted to give some rest to her swollen eyes with a bunch of pills. Finally she decided to get over him and move on……..to heaven.