Melina's head hazed and her knees grew weak. She collapsed to the ground as tears rolled down her face. Crying in her own hands, she stood and faced Darcy, glaring into her eyes searching for any denial in what she just said, then walked off dissapearing out of sight. 'It's not real, it's not real...' She kept on repeating and repeating it again, in her head, walking shakily out of the forest.