August 27, 2012.
Fleeting Horror
"I don't have time, and I've never had patience."
The worst were the nights where she wailed and keened and wished, knowing full well that he wasn't coming back. They were dreadful, especially with that little part of her that stayed distant and just counted seconds till the sun rose, bringing reality back with it.
One tear, filled with fleeting horror.
A/N: I am very happy with the words used here.
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.