They were falling apart, and there was nothing she could do.
She didnt understand how they kept standing even as they worked themselves to death. Then again, she wasnt sure how she was still standing when, with every step, she was so certain the ground would disappear beneath her feet and she would plummet.
That was the empty feeling they all shared, because the one thing that had always held them together, the one thing that had held them to this earth, this life, was gone.
Just gone.
And she could do nothing.
What good was the heart if the rest of the body crumbled?
They just kept moving. They kept moving and stopped thinking, stopped feeling, as if that could help.
It still took every ounce of willpower they had in order to take the next step, because it was too obvious that they were broken, and that made it impossible to forget.
She was broken, too, just like the rest of them, and a broken heart cant keep beating.
She felt so useless. They could lean on her, but they were leaning on no one, forcing themselves to go on with strength they no longer had.
But she wasnt very stable anymore either, and if they leaned on her, the whole precarious structure might come crashing down.
