Shadows***
291 Words
...the scent of tears blankets the streets. A chill brushes through her hair. Her bare feet move slowly across the cold, wet stones of the street. She hears the soft cries of the souls around her. She can't handle the sounds and takes off into the forest. Branches and leaves brush past her. The branches seem to grab at her; scratching and tearing at her clothes. She trips over the trunk, falling into the lake. She brings herself to her hands and knees; blood dripping onto the surface of the lake. She looks at her reflection; the image staring back is unfamiliar. She pounds her fists into the reflection, distorting the image. She buries her face in her hands as tears run down her cheeks. A soft hand rests gently on her shoulder. A calm washes over her. He takes her hand, helping her to her feet; pulling her close to his chest, wrapping his arms around her. Not used to feeling such comfort, she hesitates. He holds her tight, not letting her go. She feels her pulse begin to slow, breath becomes shallow. She becomes weak, collapsing in his arms. He leans in, placing a gentle kiss upon her lips; pulling her last breath from her body. He cradles her body in his arms; walking over the lake, disappearing into the ever growing mist...
***I do not condone violence, substance abuse, or self harm. This writing is simply, a writing. No one was harmed in any way during the writing of this post. If you are having any thoughts of self harm, please reach out to someone and be safe. Here is a link to reach out to someone just to talk if you should ever need it. Thank you***
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