He looks at the clock. 11:59. Searching the room with his eyes, he cannot find her. He knows where she is. The room had no lamp, yet there was light. He burst through the door, but it was too late. The clock called the twelfth hour. Her cheeks shrouded in light were flooded by tears from her eyes. She could only stare at the dark floor and murmur, "I can't love you." The air circulated through the room like a hurricane. As he dug through the empounding winds, he reached out his hand and tried to yell her name, but no sound was made. With a blinding flash of light, so quick you still could have seen the end of the shooting star's arc, she was gone. He fell to the floor, eyes tearing up but never a drop fell. For hours he stared at nothing, head to carpet, and his heart left him. He was alone because he had ignored the rules which binded the world together. He fell in love with an angel. And the angel cannot return his love... The foundation of his life was on this love, and when the foundation began to crumble, he chose not to leave. Instead he stayed on, expecting everything to turn out all right. When the building fell, he was still there. It was too late for him. All he was left with was the painful memories of the heart he used to have.