~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This is something that came to my mind when I was thinking "What if the people killed Holly for being with Artemis?" I know it is short, but that's what makes it good, no? Enjoy. Tell me how I might improve, even though I know it is short.
Her face that once showed such happiness, have become cold and lifeless. Her once vibrant hazel eyes full of hope and life, are now gray and void of all emotion. Her skin, once soft and tender, is now hard and pasty, like the walls that surround us. She was my angel. She wasn't supposed to die; it should have been me.
There is nothing left of the woman I love, and no matter how hard I hold onto her, I cannot bring her back to life. So I will do the next best thing; I will avenge her. I will destroy the people she once called her own. The people she saved so many times from disaster. The very same people who condemned her for loving me and killed her for it. They have unleashed a fury upon themselves; an all consuming fire that shall destroy them. This is not what she would have wanted, but she is no longer here. This is what I want. I will burn for what I am about to do, but I no longer care. My life is now forfeit.