A Broken Heart On a cold winter morning, I wake with a big smile on my face. It was Christmas morning and it would probably be my last. A girl like me, with a tumor covering half of her brain, is as happy as can be. I run down the hall to see numerous of presents, as far as the eye can see. I looked around and saw my loving boyfriend, sleeping on the sofa. I smiled at him, hearing him snore quietly fills my heart with joy. But it also breaks it. All my #life, I've been happy. My #life has never been filled with drama, or anything like that. I've had a happy and loving #life. A tear escaped and I felt it run down my cheek. I touched it and saw it had a red tint to it. More tears fell, and I touched my face again. I looked at my hand, that was now blood stained. I crying uncontrolably, and my legs gave away. As I sat there, my vision was getting blurry as thick fog........….… blood stained fog. I tried to call out to my boyfriend but nothing came out of my mouth. I looked around and my vision got darker and darker. As my head hit the floor with a hard tud, I saw my family running to my sides. It hurt to see them in so much pain. I just smiled at them and felt as if I was floating. I closed my eyes. I felt myself leaving my body. I saw a bright light. I looked back and saw the pain in my families eyes. I smiled and let a single tear fall. I turned back and floated to the light. I left them, with a broken heart but starting out again with a new #life....