She stared into the bottle thinking. She wondered only one thing. Why? Why did it all fail. Now not even the strongest stuff she could find could numb the pain.
She thought of the bottle in her hand. It could only hold so much before it spills. And when it spills it almost impossible to clean all of it. She rotates the bottle in her hand. It's amber liquid sloshing around it with little noise. It's a strong bottle. Looks like it would never break. But everything breaks. She ignored the tear sliding down her hollowed face.
Why had life gone downhill so fast? It was like a soapbox race only the strong made it. She wasn't strong. She wasn't strong anymore. She had grown weak when they all left her, or was it when she left all of them. But she had given up either way.
The doorbell rang loudly. She was weak but she needed to be strong so she had accepted his date. Rushing, she dropped the bottle onto the floor where it shattered into pieces. It wasn't unbreakable after all.