The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes. It had been easier to live enthralled in, and convinced by, fantasy. It had been easier to make every decision based on “what could be”, rather than what was.

Faith, belief, hope… it all has its place. Now, however, the obvious need for an element of logic was undeniable. All people, including herself, were fallible. She couldn’t help but collapse in the shame she felt for making such an obvious choice to ignore reality.

The job, the relationships, all of it shattered like glass. The pieces were too fragmented, too dangerous, to attempt to put back together. Where had her self reliance gone? Where was the courage, the analytics that typically were always running in the back of her mind? All of the strength she had possessed at one point, the resilience, had been gone for a long time.

Her hands trembled, her body kept giving out , as she tried to get off the floor. She couldn’t figure out where the paradime had shifted from being capable and rational into a woman so completely reliant on others that she was willing to overlook every flaw and every warning sign to no one’s detriment except her own.

She gave up trying to right herself for the moment and laid there on the floor of the hospital room. She didn’t have much of a choice with her body betraying her. The cold floors, walls devoid of any color, and the never changing , rythmatic beeping seemed to parrell the feelings in her gut. There wasn’t anything left worthwhile. There werent any more stones to turn over. The simple fact no one had found her yet to help her up, and didn’t seem concerned much about her wellbeing anyways, solidified the worthlessness that had been plauging her heart since she woke up there.

The fantasy had been destroyed. As she reflected on that fact she became accutaley aware of the reasons it had existed in the first place.