While the world stood still, there was an earthquake in my chest, banging and crashing and rattling inside my tiny chest. He’s gone forever, he’s gone he is not coming back I tell myself over and over again. The earthquake inside my chest was still banging and crashing and rattling, my heart was beating fast, and tears ran down my face. I felt like I was falling off a tall building. My life was tumbling down all at once and this time no superman would come to my rescue, I was going to die. My heart split in half, I imagined it on the ground in a puddle of blood, lost and forgotten. Lying on the ground, lost, doesn’t even remember what had happened. Happy endings don’t really exist. Do they?