Elizabeth
I felt the sudden urge to write angst while I finished my fourth page of math home work and listened to sail. Don't own.
"Why?" The strangled sob was heard threw out the oddly silent hospital. It was like the whole world had stood still, with bated breath, for this beautiful women's death. A young boy walked up to his sobbing father. He stood in the silence and watched his deceased with a look in his eyes you only saw in war veterans. That look of 'what could of been'. He slowly clasped his hand with his fathers and said three small words. "ave atque vale, mommy"
A/N so... I never used to write angst but, this is the second angst piece I've written today. My other one is for the mortal instruments. It's called It's not my fault. It'll probably be up tomorrow