Whatever this is.

Was it a sign? Surely it could not be a coincidence that such a symbol of their dedicated friendship and love should fall apart the very day she learned that the foundation she had laid so much trust and truth upon proved to have faults so subtle and so potentially devastating. A sign it most certainly was, and most certainly it was a sign that she should abandon the crumbling home where she and he dwelled in a masquerade of bliss. But what kind of impossible is it to retreat from everything she was slowly learning she needed so desperately? A sign it must be, and it was a sign that must be ignored for fear of all of heaven falling down and leaving her again in darkness, without a reason to hold out a hand with hope that he may take it and lead her again to the light.