The quiet ticking of the clock makes her realize that time has not stopped. Time will not drag on forever now that he has gone. Her life will and can move on. It needs to, it has to. It must.

            Maybe it won’t be the same, maybe she will never forget. Well no, not maybe, she knows she will never forget. How could she? Some one she loved, someone she cared for. Someone who will never be forgotten.

            So what if all he ever told her were lies. So what if he had only used her. She still believed he was her soul mate. He was what made her feel complete. The one that she shared things with, the only one she trusted. The only one she loved. The only one she will ever love. Her soul mate: a user and abuser.

            The epitome of hell.