Status: Ouchers.
Save Me
“Do you love me?”
Pause. “No.”
The wind drives into the trees with a great force and the trees laugh. They laugh at the wind that tries to harm, laugh at the rain that pelts the fresh earth, laugh at the ash on the ground.
In those few moments her eyes were a gray ocean of steel, there was nothing but eyes and words and the trees and the wind and the rain.
Wetness flows in stinging rivers. Flowing down and down. Never ending.
He’d heard this before. This life without love.
He thought he’d cheated this life with no love.
Guess not.
Pause. “No.”
The wind drives into the trees with a great force and the trees laugh. They laugh at the wind that tries to harm, laugh at the rain that pelts the fresh earth, laugh at the ash on the ground.
In those few moments her eyes were a gray ocean of steel, there was nothing but eyes and words and the trees and the wind and the rain.
Wetness flows in stinging rivers. Flowing down and down. Never ending.
He’d heard this before. This life without love.
He thought he’d cheated this life with no love.
Guess not.