The night was young and fresh. The rising moon couldn't see her face. But her face wasnt important. she was sitting by the window, her face hidden in the darkness,cradled in the void between her hands,wrapped around her bent knees. It wasnt so much about the darkness, as it was about the void,the hole. she hugged herself as hard as she could,minimized her volume as much as she could, so that she may fit inside the tiny hole that she was trying to bury herself deep into. by hiding her face, she hid herself...
her hunter had been seeking her for days,for nights...the love around the girl had provided the necessary protection. but today, it was gone. the love cruelly withdrawn, she laid bare and vulnerable. and like a shark smelling blood, the hunter raced through the night to her victim.
she knew she had to stop crying, but she couldnt. and her weakness made her cry even more. the tears made her face heavy, as they slowly slid down her cheeks and then dropped graciously into the infinity...incoherent thoughts made her mind heavy...they fought cruel battles in her mind...
the night gasped at the hunter's evilness, and it resisted her, in the hopes of saving the girl. but the hunter was too powerful...too evil...she cut through the night with her sharp talons and fuelled by her hunger for the girl, she gained further momentum...
the girl cried out silently as her nails dug into her skin,tiny drops of blood surfaced...they begged her to stop and rebuild the protection with trust and hope, now that love was gone...the girl knew she should, but she couldnt...
the night had aged...the street lights had retired, the roads were deserted,even the trees stood silent...they all seemed to be aware of the hunters coming...
the girl was shivering, she had lost all control of her body...she couldnt make any sense of anything anymore...she dint even know why she was crying anymore...her throat had knotted,refusing to swallow or spit out...a huge stone had replaced her heart...she felt heavy yet empty...the curious moon finally saw her face, as she lifted it...she wanted to rip her hair off...the burning rage in her wanted to tear the curtains apart...her hands itched to break all that was within her sight...she lost all hope of ever returning as she finally faced her hunter...only one question escaped her mind...but never made it to her lips...why me...
pain had arrived...
