My throat tightened, My brown eyes burned with fresh, hot, prickly tears that stung. My mouth is wide open, ready to shout for her to stop. Stop this madness! She couldn't do this, I thought we went through this a long time ago. Why on earth would she bring this up again? I tried to pull my wrists free from the guards but the wouldn't budge. Their fingers caging my small hands, crushing them.
What about Markl? He needs Howl and I. Calcifer can't take care of a small boy, or an elderly woman or the dog. They need us, and here we are… being sabotaged. Or worse, Killed.
Howl screamed out as Madame Suliman flicked her wrist, doing some type of spell on him yet again. I fell to my knees, my arms dangling in an odd way in the air since the guards will not let go. Tears threatened to escape. I wanted to start and finish my life with Howl. And we may not see the next day. I wanted to marry him as planned, add more to the family.
All these burning desires made my tears spill over.
Then, it was as if the room was in slow motion. Wisps of my grey hair dangled in front of my face, as I watched my tear graceful plummet to the cool stone floor. It was oddly colored. Silver instead of watery. Like my hair. Silver like my emotions, or how I felt.
Dull and useless. Except it had a shimmer. I looked up at Howl just before the tear hit the floor. Then I heard it, which was odd since I shouldn't be able to hear a tear drop. But it was light but bitter sounding like a hit on a triangle.
Then all I could see was light.
Light everywhere.