... Tears run away from deep brown eyes in a desperate attempt to drag the sadness along with them, but to no avail. An anguish uncontrollable as she sat alone by her window glancing upward at the Moon, so full, as it wondered its light down to her as free as the breeze the blew gently on face, curious as to why she was burdened with such sorrow. She shied away in knowledge of its questions, trying to avoid its worry, its care; all she wanted was her Angel, the one that put a smile on her face, the one who put the air inher lungs, and the one that put the beat in her heart. She waited and waited until she could wait no more, and eventually she laid down to rest. The Sun shone on her the next morning and she awoke on a tearstained pillow soaked through the core, and rose with a thought of pointlessness, knowing that her Angel would never come to see her. She went to her window and when she looked down at the grass, there he was with wings spread at full span, glowing beneath the Sun’s rays. They saw each other and smiled, then he turned to his right as his goddess appeared… At that moment, that very second, she fell from the window to the floor, and there she lay motionless in front of her bed. It were as if her heart had been ripped from her chest and torn apart by a thousand demons. Her soul weakening, fadingaway now. She was beyond broken, there was nothing left for her at this time. She had been too late…
Posted on: Sat, 30 Nov 2013 06:27:11 +0000
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