Eternal
A lone figure sat at the piano slim fingers laid on the keys, a look of depression and regret upon her face, regret for the love, which resided
so deeply within her heart. Thoughts floated through her head at a fast
speed making her feel lightheaded. She clutched her head in pain and denial. Her slim body encased in a pale white dress was heaving with the intensity of the emotions. Her chestnut braid slung over her shoulders and her violet eyes glazed over. All she wished was for death to take her for surely she deserved it having slain innocents like breathing in air. Love, such a trivial thing that which could be your greatest asset or your worst
pain. She once called herself Shiningami god of death. Considering her cheery exterior she could be serious, in battle she became the fiercest of enemies and the greatest of allies. She straightened and skimmed the keys, fingers born to play music. She played with all her emotion; she played the song of her soul. She played with the memories of pretending to be a young man, the encounters she faced and the unexpected love that she found. Sadly her love was unattainable forbidden with her guise, never to be released. She had fallen in love with the one person she could not have, the Perfect
Soldier.
It had all started when she was a young girl striving in an orphan
church to live a good life.
A lone figure sat at the piano slim fingers laid on the keys, a look of depression and regret upon her face, regret for the love, which resided
so deeply within her heart. Thoughts floated through her head at a fast
speed making her feel lightheaded. She clutched her head in pain and denial. Her slim body encased in a pale white dress was heaving with the intensity of the emotions. Her chestnut braid slung over her shoulders and her violet eyes glazed over. All she wished was for death to take her for surely she deserved it having slain innocents like breathing in air. Love, such a trivial thing that which could be your greatest asset or your worst
pain. She once called herself Shiningami god of death. Considering her cheery exterior she could be serious, in battle she became the fiercest of enemies and the greatest of allies. She straightened and skimmed the keys, fingers born to play music. She played with all her emotion; she played the song of her soul. She played with the memories of pretending to be a young man, the encounters she faced and the unexpected love that she found. Sadly her love was unattainable forbidden with her guise, never to be released. She had fallen in love with the one person she could not have, the Perfect
Soldier.
It had all started when she was a young girl striving in an orphan
church to live a good life.
