So she can't help but shake like an autumn leaf,
Too stubborn to fall and be decimated by the  harsh gushing wind of the autumn storm.
Shes lost in her own thoughts,
In her own little world,
Fearing that all the memories will come crawling out from the black abyss,
The memories she tried so hard to keep buried.
She can't stop shaking.
Why does he have that effect on her?
What is she to do now?
All the feelings that were suppressed are rising from the grave.
Undead feelings,
Immortal feelings that will just never die out.
But she won't give up.
She won't give in to the temptations of 'love'

... Or will she?