I've always found that line in comics and romance novels so melodramatic. It makes me picture the heroine slumping in something scanty against a wall, the back of her wrist resting on her forehead.

This morning I received a call from my mother telling me some sad news. My other mother passed away.

You think you finally get out from undernearth a dark cloud, and suddenly it starts to rain again.

I just can't go on. That statement is no longer for heroines. It belongs to me.

My heart is breaking as tears are falling.