I looked into the water at my melancholy reflection; a tear trailed down my porcelain face and joined the rest of my past tears here. I have a lamentable tale now, my once upon a time is not ending happily ever after. He promised me, and now a sense of loss has begun to unsettle my soul and the silent threat of a forgotten promise feeds the ever growing doubt which gnaws away at my being.

I don't hate love, it is just deceitful. It opens your heart and makes you vulnerable to the pain. And then just the simplest phrase turns into glass splinters and cuts into your heart. Maybe it's just me, my unstable emotions like a thin sheet of glass ready to shatter and fall. Then where would I be, off Lavon cliff, that's where.

I picked myself up to my feet and threw the wilted rose into the pond and walked back threw the forest. It's quite, with the exception of wind dancing in the leaves. This is the time when the forest comes alive and well, encircling you, talking to you.

I heard a faint voice on the wind, not quite like a human, but a high pitched small voice. I know what it was, I turned around quickly to catch a glimpse of it but I heard the flap of wings swoosh behind me. There was a slight itch on the back of my neck and I grabbed at it. Pulling it in front of my face I saw the green of legs and red hair, she was a Feeorin, her eyes were slanted and her expression was angst.