“I hate the sight of blood but instead of seeing you struggle, I'm ready to forget my fears and hand myself over to you, because I love you so much that it hurts. My biggest pain is that I acknowledged my love for you even while knowing that you would never love me back….”
The lightning and the moon upon the cloud tops was the only brightness tonight. The wind ran as if it had been restrained for time out of mind and it was determined to outrun any chaser. The sound of it was a strange song, as if howling yearned for a melody, and we watched the trees join in the unfolding scene, as if the change, though abrupt and startling, was as welcome as a surprise knock on the door.
It was a thunderous night as lightning flashed the dark hall bright for a split second before the loud crackling sou
