They sat in silence, as the last of the sun's light slowly disappeared behind the horizon.
He leaned in towards her, gently brushing her fringe out of her face.
She slowly closed her eyes, she had always imagined what this would feel like and this was just perfect.
She waited patiently for it to happen, she could feel his warm breath breathing on her.
This was her first love, they were both so young but they knew that their love was true.
They were not naïve, like their parents had told them, they were not innocent children, they knew exactly what they wanted, each other.
Nothing else in the world mattered; nothing could change their love for one another.
People always told him that he was crazy; people said that she was insane and perhaps they were but nothing compared to how they felt at this very moment.
That's what made their love so strong.
She waited in silence, but nothing happened; she opened her eyes to see his face slowly fading away.
His face disappeared right in front of her eyes, as the hand she was holding turned into nothing.
The walls started morphing and spinning, she put her head in her knees and kept whispering, "I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy," over and over again.
When she opened her eyes, she was in a hospital bed.
There were insulin tubes in her arms, pumping liquid into her veins.
There were thick belts around her wrists strapping her arms down.
Nurses were standing above her and stabbing her with needles.
"Where is Andy?" she asked quietly.
"Andy's not real anymore."