forty four minutes and forty seconds. a phone call. the whole world collapsed around her, as she fell from a ninety nine storey building only to be hit by a bullet train. and when they came to look at what's remain of the stupid gal, most didn't realize they were walking and kicking pieces of her, especially her heart shattered smithereens. no one can see that she's standing there watching it all in slow motion, feeling every minute pain replaying in her soul every sixtieth of a second. no one heard her scream, as it only reaches the moon, but there's no one there either. alone she is, as always.
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