was only that day. At this very moment. At this moment when she saw him lean forward to talk to this girl, she understood. She closed all the windows of her PC, she closed her eyes and her heart drumming of jealousy that had made him realize everything. She deleted everything: photos, websites, laughter, tears, dreams of him, feeling pains in babies. She killed all these feelings in the egg, smothered like a jealous woman would stifle her husband under the pillow. As she was the murderess. She brushed her pride, emptied the trash on the computer and his heart and his conscience to pass. The screen was facing him with his memories running at full speed over the sound of Nightwish. Maybe he would have to also remove their songs on iTunes ...
All this was gone as fast as lightning to a lightning strike that never occurred. On a whim as his blows to the heart that threatened to shatter the hope that it housed a crystal.
It's tough being a fan forfeited.
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