She had death in her eyes, as she was staring at death's face. 

Window of the soul, all say.

If I fall, there won't be another; if I clench my fist, no one will bother.

I was in vertigo three days in a row and I perished, it managed to finally decide to take me. 

The shadows were no more, the struggle was over. 

No tears were shed, she, death and I, were glad.