When a flower blooms the unmerciful cannot stand still and treasure it. It drives them insane to see the flower sprout and grow with warmth and beauty so they crush it. They stomp their feet upon the flower killing it and its seed. Just like Deimos who crushed my heart. He not only crushed my heart but the seed that bloomed with hope and dreams along with it.
As the rain drops fall upon the car window so does my tears upon my cheek. Ragon drives me to Cronus's pack as a storm begins its wrath. It's funny how the weather describes perfectly what is happening within me. There's a storm in my heart and when I think of Deimos it thunders and strikes bringing forth pain.
Ragon refuses to glance nor speak to me. He is filled with guilt. The guilt of knowing. I do not blame him; his loyal
