What else was she suppose to do?
She was left with out options. Her instincts kicked in and she did the only thing that she could. She lived.
She lived.
Despite all negatives. Despite all the little voices in her head telling her to stop. Despite loosing him.
She fought.
She fought.
She fought for revenge. She fought to kill the burning hole in her heart, in her soul.
What else could she do?
She lived to kill the very thing that had destroyed her. To seek revenge on it.
Those green eyes that once held joy ,laughter ,and love now held nothing but rage.
What else could she do?