A beautiful smile flashes in front my eyes, accompanied by deep rich eyes and a cute little nose. Her crazy died hair completes the look. Standing before me is her. I can’t help but smile, she’s my girlfriend after all. My grades are good, my girlfriend is amazing, I’ve got lots of friends. I looked up at the sky and smiled, I felt great I was genuinely happy. But that was before the fall. The wagon lay in the grass while my relationship hit the concrete. Scattered on sidewalk were photos and memories seeping into the cracks. Her heart lay broken in my hands, but the leftover pills in my pocket were undamaged. I downed them with no water, hoping they would do their namesake. “Why isn’t it working?” I thought, It hurt so much it felt like my heart was being squeezed, surely this was physical. But it wasn’t, all the pills did was put me to sleep. I woke up praying that it was just a dream.        But it wasn’t.