She laid on her back in bed, listening to the enchanted playlist. It was tragic. As she listened to the songs she could see their rupture, herself and Nova. She could see them yelling at each other. See their hearts break. She could feel the tearing and ripping and moving apart. "Gods… what is going to happen to us?" She thought? Assuming they would have years before this happened. Assuming there was a middle time where they were together and happy. Assuming they would find each other and create a life together before the drama happened. You know what they say about assumptions…