Natasha's p.o.v
Inevitable unpredictable storms, rapid earthquakes, insignificant milestones. Safe false hope, a leap of faith. Ghosts of yesterday's losses and pipe dreams, echoes of what could've should've would've been. Oblivion, a road to nowhere. Gates of the abyss, the great unknown, an imaginary heavenly dawn. A red bloody full moon, nevertheless brown dirt. Lifeless beautiful dovelike eyes, glamorous precious small infant footsteps. An everlasting painfully slow heartbreaking swansong, my long-awaited breaking point. One missed blessing, vapor. An easily forgettable sacrifice, a labor of love, safe false hope.