Sweet whispers of autumn breezes drifted lazily amongst the decay of dieing leaves which floated down to the murky overgrown forest floor. Azure coloring fired through the sky with streaks of painted gold and mellow pinks; the suns setting rays catching upon the scene of a green mountain terrain reaching towards the heavens. Thunderheads captured and drank in the rays; dampening the light into captured darkness.

Despair, this emotion accompanied with a sense of being void, each moment this emotion this sense was about in her, she began to realize just how selfish it can be. The sheer welcoming of this emotion was relief, relief for the numb that entranced her mind and sped through her veins, through her coward’s blood, for she welcomed this emotion with the hopes that it would bring lasting effects. It was her morphine.