And as the silent emptiness took over her, she closed her eyes, and she had done many nights before, and she just aspired. The first tear rolling down her cheek, the first of many, I am sure, setting the start of a new twilight, another day without him asking. And she remembered the good times, the old times, the fun times. Those nights spent believing that there had to be something bigger, that life was worth living. That it can happen. But it seems her belief is gone. Proved wrong by the unconveniences life presents at its fullest.