The Storm***
...she sits upon her bed, tears slowly running down her cheeks; wrapping her arms around herself, caressing her shoulders missing the soft touch of the hands that once laid there. She squeezes herself tight as she feels her heart begin to break into a thousand shards, each with their own blood stained memory of what is lost. She buries her face in her hands as she cannot control the overwhelming pain of her memories. She lets out a scream. She begins to throw things around her room; things shattering and falling to the floor, like the pieces trapped in her chest. She drops to her knees, smashing her fists into the carpet as tears flow like the dark thunder storm of the night sky. As she opens her tear filled eyes; a jewel encrusted blade that had fallen from her stand, lay before her. She
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