As the wind carressed her soft, porcelain skin, she remembered. She remembered the pain.
The pain that the world had put her through. The lives taken for an unreasonable cause.
The very source of her uneven surroundings. Simplicity was all she wanted of her life.
Alone and at peace, she wished to enter the world.
The thoughts surprisingly brought a blush to her ever-so-pale cheeks because she
had been brought back to her memory of that day at the beach. The wind was blowing
much like tonight and the beautiful love she experienced was unbearably sweet. The air
was frosty as if winter had come and his soft , curly brown hair was rushing between her
fingers. The sweet tender kiss of the night on her skin was comforting and protected as
she drifted into endless sleep.
The flow of silky smoothness rubbed against her and caused her heart to pause.
That happy memory was her last. She still lays silently waiting for that love to come back.
She is patience, she is light, she is determination, and never shall she give way. She was
unlike the others that had left this place of neverness and fogotten the love they waited
for.
They had gone as time passed. the were stubborness, Anger, fury, jealousy, but
most of all pain. As the breeze began to soften and the sun began to set her eyes opened
upon an approaching dark figure in the distance and a keen smile sweft across the stillness
of her face.
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