Her tongue tingles with a faint numbness. Fire burns her throat. The pit of her stomach tightens, the content unsettled. Her soul glows fiery hot; her lips are painted red to match. Her heart is hollow, dead. Black mascara and eye shadow darken her empty orbs. The passion that had once filled her, consumed her, was no more. Her will to live, her belief in love, is gone. Like sand in an hourglass, each memory falls and became as nothing, grain by grain. Days, weeks, months, years; passing by, passing her by. Tonight is their anniversary. She will join him soon.