She couldn’t understand how, if Earth spun on its axis twenty-four seven and each full turn was a different day, her heart didn’t change. What on Earth, the stubbornness. Two thousand four hundred days it’d been, she learned the definition of eternity. A grueling and petrifying feeling, like looking at a ghost and holding your breath until it goes away, instead of running from it. It was no way of living, feeling that way. Why couldn’t she escape that constant state of ache? Heart disease is failure of the heart’s muscles, but what about the profound heavy emotions? It’s an incurable disease to be unable to breathe or control your…