It was a sea of red, orange, blue, purple and black. Each inch deeper she dived made her hurt worse. Yet she kept swimming because she was oblivious to the approaching tsunami, or at least she tried to swim.

To drown or to live is the question of her current universe.

He was once all of her galaxies and dark spaces. He filled every gap in her mind, and maybe even her heart. Every string that had come undone was stitched back by his warmth. She felt like she could conquer three universes if they existed, when he was by her side. She felt armed. She felt strong. But piece by piece, he was skinning her alive. She had no way of knowing because she was entirely consumed by the feeling he gave her- empowerment. She felt so secure in his grip that she couldn't feel her bones crushing under the pressure. When he held her in embrace, all she felt was his heartbeat and warm arms. Little did she know, he was freezing her senses in disguise of a friendly fire. When she heard a love song on the radio, his shining eyes, tingling fingertips and every little foregone flaw appeared in the realm of her mind. But her mind was only beginning to unravel the underlying misery. With all these rushes of excitement and adventure, she forgot that the world existed. He was the world for her. She forgot that her strings could break. She forgot that her eyes could cry. She forgot that her body could feel numb. She forgot that his shadow could **** her.

Months later, she found herself halfway out of her shell. She found herself known to the world. And that world was not him. That world was the world that she had forgotten. The world in which hearts broke and memories demolished. She was in a state of numbness. The fame got her no where. The fame that hit her like a hurricane didn't move a hair on her head. Nothing moved for a second. And in that one second she suddenly wondered that if his shadow could **** her, what could the intertwining shadow of his future love by his side do?