WHISPERING WIND

rating: PG / K+

genre: General

pairings: none

summary: In the still of the night, she thinks of another and the answer to a question that she does not know.

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In the dark of the night it crept upon her, an unfamiliar emotion slipping through cracks in the quiet solitude while in the black velvet sky stars shimmered and twinkled, mocking with silent laughter. Bound to the earth by shackles she could not break, she thought of another.

Whispers in a heart that was not there echoed in the hollowness. A soul that was empty trembled with an unnamed something. In this world, the heart and soul of those who lived were entwined, always reaching for something in the distance, a yearned goal, a passionate desire.

The heart and soul of those who lived…

She had neither.

She had neither and yet…

And yet…

Deep within a yawning cavern of empty nothingness, hidden echoes reverberated within the void of hollow walls. A faint sound that would either fade into dying silence or continue to echo, louder and louder as resonance found its way out from deep confines.

Surrounded by dark, she looked into her mirror and her reflection alone stared back at her with empty eyes, providing no answer to the ephemeral question that had arisen with the other's demise. In the dark of the night it crept upon her, an unfamiliar emotion slipping through cracks in the quiet solitude, the name of it elusive, something just out of reach from her grasp.

And the stars continued to shimmer with laughter, the eye of the moon looked down upon her…the silent night watched her and knew what she did not, the answer to what she could not name.

The wind whispered over her, free in the night.

And envy crept upon her.