Yet again

Her eyes were nailed to the floor. Her thoughts were about him. While his were about someone else. She bit her lip. She checked her phone again for an answer, but none had come. She was in the crowd off hundreds. The band was playing, but her eyes were still nailed. She could not breath. She felt the world fade away, and slowly turning pitch black infront of her eyes. The darkness filled her. Leaving rivers in her trail, while words of pain and curses of agony was fighting to get out of her mouth. Suddenly a gentle pair of arms embrassed her and wiped the tear of her face. A light in the horizon. She woke up, when the crowd clapped. "When flying on love, a parachute won't take the fall"