She was Eliza's breath, the blood that pumped through the arteries, veins and capillaries that kept the fragile vessel that was her body going.

She was passion, lust and the love that burned like a thousand suns between them.

She was the hope that life was somehow more than this monotony they endured each minute of each day.

She was the desire that had them both panting, shaking, wanting more than could be given.

She was a part of her, a part so painfully precious yet she was forbidden. Forbidden by those who could not, would not understand.

She was the tears that inevitably came, the empty, hollow feeling that never went away as she had so easily.

She was China Sorrows, her saviour, her obsession, her downfall.