Her heart falls slow enough for her to see every second that it falls slow enough for her to feel it slip away. she clings to what little she has left trying to keep herself together only to feel everything slip between her fingers like mud desperately scooping her life up into her broken little hands only to have it seeps threw the cracks and stain her pretty white dress as red as the enchanted rode that dropped it elegant little petals to the floor till not one is left and her mind crumbles like the forgot castle because how could she ever learn to love if she had no heart.