everything crumbles

Sometimes, when it seems that you finally found all the loose strings of fate's carpet and hold them in your palms and it seems that you finally made a difference and you really seem to get along well, suddenly fate changes the "laws of physics" and all that remains in your hand is crumbs from the cake you just wanted to eat and all you wanna do is break down and remain there, not moving, not breathing, because you know that all that you've worked for, all that you've lived for, all that you would have died fighting for, is gone. And everything crumbles. And everything crumbles.