Death, Depression, Family, Fiction, Love, Rain

Floating Face

Her hazel eyes looked black with darkness. The raindrops falling loudly onto her windows were nothing compared to the tears. Every stroke of lightning made the earth tremble, but she was already shaking. The thunder was no match for the silent sobbing that rocked her heart. Only her fingers could find no energy. She tried to tear the picture into pieces – not willing to believe that it was all she had left of her. A gust of wind entered the room, carrying her loving smile away, straight through the balcony, and into the monsoon water outside.

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