The End of A Long-Stretched Beginning

If only a lifetime of love could be extended to the never-ending, mystical length of an eternity. Perhaps if she had done something different in her past, this fate may not have occurred. But what would she be then, but a shell of a human corpse, fluttering away as she wastes her life on nothingness. What is more to an individual, a reason to live, or a reason to live through pain?