Windsong

She’d grown up by the water; a secret place to escape the chaos of her home and the sadness of her heart. She’d voice her troubles to the wind, and like that, the wind would carry them away, ridding her of the sins and the tears and the heartbreak. Chaos; she’d become accustomed to it. It was her best friend in the corridor of pain and unhappiness.

She never needed his peace, his help, or his love. It just snuck up on her.

heart that wouldn't beat.
it was peace i couldn't keep.
a hellish nightmare.