There is simply no use in crying over spilled water as your salty tears will will only mix with the distilled water. Polluting its contents. It is however worth crying over a boy in an abyss of darkness and chilling heat. But really, it all started with spilled water and two words - Las Vegas...

Thinking back to waving palm trees and neon lights dripping like diamonds.  It had to end. Didn't it?  With a sad ending of a girl squating by the sidewalk, whimpering, clutching her fur covered heels. With the boy, heading back with his head held high, awards pinned to his shoulders, the bloodly pulsing heart of the girl fluttering at his collarbone. It was a mistake. It was my mistake. It was my mistake to take that risk. I choose to hurtle head first into the concrete pavement of love. I choose love over my dreams. Which is hardly fair, considering I was the one who had fallen from the sky. With the waxing peeling off my wings. Oh, how I burned. Slowly, the flames sealed my fate. For I fell.