Blackness. Nothing but pain and agony. Devastation lurking your head, the devil living in your shadow.
How can one escape something so dreadful? So horrible? How can one physical and emotionally damaged have their weezing soul healed back to perfection?
A simple answer really: Finding someone to love. Someone that keeps you breathing, Who burst the sun through grey clouds, Someone you'll die to defend, Someone who owns your heart.
Flana walked along the bridge of hurt in the danger zone of her mind. Everything around her was dark, shady, breathing shrilly with never end fear. Her body was drenched with blood, brought to the outside of her body through hatred. Her soul? A pile of ash shedding from the souls of bare feet.
What did she do to deserve such a punishment? Was it something she pulled off when she was younger memories just didn't provide, Or was it a dirty deed she fulfilled in a past life? She wished she knew. Then she could truly end her life instead of walking in this road of grief.
Her main concern was being forever alone. Onliest on its own was a deep, scarring punishment. But perhaps.. Her lonesomeness wouldn't last forever.
Making her trek in this hell from the other end was Giovanna. Her story checked out, perhaps abit harsher then that of Flana's, But like a twin, her coração was also Satin's milkshake, and her soul was dust joining the freezing breeze racing along the skyline like a wild stallion
And Then... Their paths crossed.
Flana fell to her knees in the blood ocean. She wanted nothing mais just to be dead. Just to never have felt anything at all, and never feel anything again. Tears like a water fall waved down her cheeks to the waves, silently and tragically only causing mais hurt. No one could hear the crys, no one could watch her quiver, No one could offer her a hug in which she used to take for granted...Well, So she though.
Giovanna heard those crys in her own ears, and for afew moments, thought it was her mind playing tricks to drag her to the very deaths of suffering.. But then she saw Flana. And the blackness suddenly lightened to gray.
Her soft hand perched onto Flana's shaking shoulder, her knee's also dropping to the maroon ocean with a splash as her knees stained red and her other hand brushed through Flana's sagging black hair to releave her once beautiful esmeralda eyes. As those eyes slowly opened to meet the other's infront of her, both threw their arms around the other into a hug. mais tears fell from the couple, but this time, they were woven of mais joy then hell.
Finally. Finally they had found someone to believe in. To hold in their arms. To explain their life storys to. To love.. And to give themselves to. Yet in Flana's mind it still rained..
Hmph.
Perhaps rain isn't always a bad thing.
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How can one escape something so dreadful? So horrible? How can one physical and emotionally damaged have their weezing soul healed back to perfection?
A simple answer really: Finding someone to love. Someone that keeps you breathing, Who burst the sun through grey clouds, Someone you'll die to defend, Someone who owns your heart.
Flana walked along the bridge of hurt in the danger zone of her mind. Everything around her was dark, shady, breathing shrilly with never end fear. Her body was drenched with blood, brought to the outside of her body through hatred. Her soul? A pile of ash shedding from the souls of bare feet.
What did she do to deserve such a punishment? Was it something she pulled off when she was younger memories just didn't provide, Or was it a dirty deed she fulfilled in a past life? She wished she knew. Then she could truly end her life instead of walking in this road of grief.
Her main concern was being forever alone. Onliest on its own was a deep, scarring punishment. But perhaps.. Her lonesomeness wouldn't last forever.
Making her trek in this hell from the other end was Giovanna. Her story checked out, perhaps abit harsher then that of Flana's, But like a twin, her coração was also Satin's milkshake, and her soul was dust joining the freezing breeze racing along the skyline like a wild stallion
And Then... Their paths crossed.
Flana fell to her knees in the blood ocean. She wanted nothing mais just to be dead. Just to never have felt anything at all, and never feel anything again. Tears like a water fall waved down her cheeks to the waves, silently and tragically only causing mais hurt. No one could hear the crys, no one could watch her quiver, No one could offer her a hug in which she used to take for granted...Well, So she though.
Giovanna heard those crys in her own ears, and for afew moments, thought it was her mind playing tricks to drag her to the very deaths of suffering.. But then she saw Flana. And the blackness suddenly lightened to gray.
Her soft hand perched onto Flana's shaking shoulder, her knee's also dropping to the maroon ocean with a splash as her knees stained red and her other hand brushed through Flana's sagging black hair to releave her once beautiful esmeralda eyes. As those eyes slowly opened to meet the other's infront of her, both threw their arms around the other into a hug. mais tears fell from the couple, but this time, they were woven of mais joy then hell.
Finally. Finally they had found someone to believe in. To hold in their arms. To explain their life storys to. To love.. And to give themselves to. Yet in Flana's mind it still rained..
Hmph.
Perhaps rain isn't always a bad thing.
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