white snow falls upon her, her days always were grey, cloudy and the rain fell and in the most cold winter, the snow will bury her… bury her in a thin white blanket that doesn't bring warmth, it brings a cold intense sensation to her bones. and gets stuck with her, and not matter what, she couldn't get herself to warm up.
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her breathing becomes heavy and ragged, as she runs out of air.
and slowly the white snow that falls turns into a darker color, darker and darker, like black. they turn into ashes, a rain of ashes.
the ashes of every single moment of her life that were shattered, burned; and now only lives in her mind, as old memories.
she would call them illusions, hopes of a lots of 'what if'… with regret, a lot of regret and grief over those: grief, guilt, hate, grudge.
the storm got stronger and stronger, she lay under a large blackish thick layer of ashes.. and they found their way down to her lungs. her heart pounding like crazy, and then clenched when she couldn't breathe, her breaths were ragged, choking, gasping for breath and coughing, trying to get rid of the ashes, they burned her, burning her interior, but she couldn't and she felt desperate.
she wanted to scream, cry in pain, she was in a lot of pain but she couldn't, she only could gasp and choke for breath, as her vision started to be blurred.
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then the rain isn't more ashes, the black tiny flakes convert to a color, a reddish color, slowly. but she wasn't conscious, her vision was so blurred, unfocused.
was raining blood. her heart was broken, blood scurrying through a lot of cracks, flowing down like a waterfall, and her body was numb, growing pale, and her face was slowly stained of red. laying under that downpour, falling on her cold body as thousand of petals, covering her body to disappear and form a part of a beautiful but tragical scene of a grey day, as she slowly perishes, mind recalling all her life and the rain never stops to fall.