One can always deny the inevitable.
Create scenarios of when the time assuredly comes but nothing hurts more then the surrender of reality, feeling like a razor-sharp slap across the face.
The words shoot like a bullet through the heart, piercing through the remaining happiness.
Sending one to a darkness resembling what one would imagine to be the end of ones world.
In that moment all hope is shattered, leaving one to gradually pick up the pieces, rebuilding and regaining what once resembled her world.