Loud sirens fill the cold and empty air. Everyone starts to run in panic, shouting for help.

She stands there motionlessly, staring into the thin air that blows her hair every few seconds. Her eyes are red now, blinking only when it hurts.

Her right hand holds onto the camera, ever so tightly.

In the midst of the chaos, tears spill down her cheeks.

In the midst of the uproars, pieces of her heart are slowly leaving.

As they leave, she stays there, waiting, to be gone along

To be gone along.