Headphones on she keeps walking straight to school.
The fact that the sun is covered by clouds do not seems to bother her anymore. She once loved the sunlight.
Now her grey world has become a habit: wake up, school, dance practice, home, bed and all over again.
Sometimes is funny how people suddenly have stopped to ask her if she was fine, like nothing ever has happened.
She'd like to say that she doesn't care anymore like everybody else but it wouldn't be true.
In fact its peaceful monotony is weak and thin: just a second is enough, a little fragment of time. A red leaf flies away carried by the wind.

Everything fell apart. 

That tiny hint of color is able to destroy her. Again.

Only thinking back to him, recalling all that has happened she feels that very familiar excruciating void that make her inside squirm.
She feels once more empty, like everything she has is slipping away again from her hands.
This time for some unknown reasons is worst, the music can't protect her from the pain. Just like she's trapped in time unable to move, frozen with a deep scar inside.

He left and she is hurt. True
She is angry. True
But she is more mad at herself for still hoping he will comeback, even if she knows that it's impossible and crazy.

She needs a way to escape. She needs something. Anything.

Maybe a dream.

Her world was a mess, so she lost herself in a Wonderland of madness