What if the one you trusted with all your heart, was not whom she seemed?

What if she was the complete opposite of whom you thought her to be? 

The wind passes by you once and never changes directions, 

but what if that wind became your air? 

But that wind tried to tell you her pain, in the quietest tone possible?

The wind that became your air, whispered her secrets to you, would you be able to hear them in time 

or watch as that wind leaves you without ever coming back your way?