A tragedy…
Everything she ever felt…
Old wounds were constantly picked upon and let to bleed afresh…
How long will it take before it will finally stop bleeding?
Oh, the sweet brutal end to those feelings…
Time passed…
And still…
Remembering the first time she ever saw him; pinned onto the tree with no signs of even caring
Dust to dust
All those tears flowing into the shadows of the night…
Cloaked within its shrouds, all she ever felt was the hotness and tasted the saltiness of those precious liquid…
One day, she was going to run out of tears…
One day…
She was determined to stay by him, regardless of whom he chose.
Being with him was Hell but torn apart from him was also Hell.
The irony of it all…
He was willingly going to Hell and he would be dragging down part of her with him…
A tragedy, she decided…
A tragedy that she ever fell into the well…
A tragedy that she freed the sleeping boy…
A tragedy that she let her heart be stolen in one of those moments…
A tragedy…
Nothing but tragedy…
But a tragedy she so lovingly cherished despite her bleeding hands where the cuts and thorns pierced her skin…