Letting go of love
A soft white flower softly sways in the wind. It existed on a field of white baby's breath and heather. A white wild rose seemed to stick out among the soft red ones.
A rare occurrence it was to have a white rose bloom on a red rose bush. The rose was so pure and perfect it seemed to be born for a special perpose. A secret meaning to
lighten the day but yet such a mournful meaning. A man is seen walking threw the field his steps heavy and small. Pain etched in his pale yet strong face. Unruly midnight
black hair was tossed about as the wind blew. His eyes were the color of blood yet seemed to have a deep scar to them. He slowly approached the rose bush as his hand delicately
touch's the flower. His eyes soften as he softly pikes. A small bead of crimson red ran down his hand were a thorn had bitten into his skin breaking it. The man ignores the
blood that slowly dripped drop by drop of his hand as he walked slowly. He kept walking till he entered an open field. Grass was think but a soft winter green in appearance as
clovers and pail pink flowers littered among the soft grass. a grave is seen not to far ahead of him as the mans step faltered slightly as he looked at it. He came up to it as
his eyes softly read over the inscription.
~ An angel has left this world to become one with the stream once more. ~
There was no name on this grave just the simple phrase on it. He laid the flower to rest on the top of it as a single tear ran down his cheek.
"Goodbye my love"
The man spoke so softly you could barely hear him as he turned to leave. His soft midnight black hair seemed to flow in the air as he walked away finally letting go of what he held
so dear to him. The rose shimmered slightly as a piece of paper was tucked under it. In simple lettering the name 'Lucritia' was scrawled on it. Naming the mysterious occupant of
the grave. A soft wind picked up the piece of paper and slowly carried it up into the air. Once again leaving the grave nameless to the world. The letter drifted away leaving the
grass to softly blow in the field as slowly the night fell onto this serene place never to let the vale be lifted. It was here that the man who had loved her so much finally let go..