She watched the night turn into day and day turn into night.

She hugged her legs to her chest as drowned herself in tears at 4:59 turned into 5:00 and swore that if she took the pills it would stop but it didn't.

The lovely flower died.

It's cracking petals flew into the wind, dancing its own little dance.

The lovely bird died as well leaving only it's sweet songs in the wind to be forgotten.

And she was the dead flower to be gone forever not to be remembered like the bird.