But I'll be fine...
Staring at a far off corner in space, erased from time, the moment, the one vision that you've been hoping for, praying for, begging for, as you're looking for something more. She stands, she hovers, above. On her pedestal, she is angelic, heaven incarnated to perfection, in your eyes, the epitome of light, bending darkness to bow before her feet. She stares at you, or maybe beyond or through you. No mere mortal can take her gaze, and no mere mortal can deny her ways, but it seems she is focused and is waiting. Her gaze is focused on you. This can't be, the numbers don't add up, this scenario is impossible, but there she is, staring, waiting, praying. She raises her hand and waves, she points, she points at your heart, and it stops beating. You can't deny that this moment is real, this moment is true, this moment is about her, and you have fallen into the abyss that she opened wide enough to swallow you and all of your precious memories and your dreams and your hopes and your scars and your fears, and you're lost inside. But you have to stop and breathe, you know that she can deceive, you have to think about the if's and the how's and the why's because it makes no sense. You turn and there he stands. Hovering above you, taller, darker, stronger. In every way and every sense better and more perfect than you. You were wrong, she played you for the fool and sucked you into her web of lies, and even though you knew, even though you screamed and swore that you'd never fall for her trap, you did anyway because you wanted the lie to be the truth and you wanted the pain to become a distant memory. They drift together and you're left falling forever in the hell she created just for you and only you. You're alone and there's nothing you can do. No one can follow you, because anyone who journeys into hell will only burn to ash. She has sealed your fate with her fire.