The fall.

Yes, it stopped. The world stopped, my world stopped. Everything ended when she died. From one day to another my plane crashed, and it started falling. Every simple fact was making it fall even faster, but the floor was never there, and I never got to the bottom. The pain and the suffer were getting bigger and bigger, and they were going deeper and deeper into my soul. I'm used to hide everything, but really in the deep, I know it's killing me.

By C.