Current mood:

depressed

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Hot tears flow erom her red, swollen eyes. She wanders aimlessly through the dark woods. Her long robe flowing behind her, half open in the front exposing her soft bare skin to the harsh elements of the world. Her mind churning with thoughts, words, faces, places, and nothing at the same time.
Stopping at a clearing, she falls to her knees. Her robe flows perfectly around her in a circle on the ground. Slowly she closes her eyes wanting noting more than to have death free her from her mortal prison. As she begins to drift off to sleep, the wind silences its howl, and the rain turns to soft white snow, but not one flake comes near her, but rather falls around her, as not to chill her beautiful porcelain like skin.

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She awoke with beads of sweat all over her skin, creams caught in her throat, and tears shimmering down her face. She gasps for air trying to collect her thoughts. Her bare body quivers beneath the warmth of the wool blankets, that someone has carefully wrapped her in. She doesn’t quite remember how she got here, but she does remember a young man’s heart beat, and how warm and gentle his touch was on her skin.
She can hear a beautiful melody with golden undertones so soft, yet so sad. As she regains more of her composure, she grabs her robe and cloaks it around her self. She walks from her room, exploring the house trying to locate the music. As she continued to walk, the music grew louder and more hypnotic as she continued. Tears began to form in her eyes the longer she listened.
As she opened the outside door, she blinked at the bright warmth of the sunlight caressing her frail body. She continued on, walking on the lush green earth.
She stopped suddenly, gazing upon the beautiful boy playing a flute. She stood in awe, then closed her eyes and let his music enchant her. Her thoughts and desires flew wildly through her minds’ eyes. She began to remember where she was, and who she was. Slowly she lifted her arms, letting her robe fall from her small shoulders. She began to levitate toward the sky; the musical notes the young man is playing encompassed her bare flesh, protecting it from the burning light of the sun above her.
Gently she returns to the earth, like an angel fallen from heaven. Her body, still weak, collapses back to the earth. The young man, who has never seen such beauty, stopped playing long before she returned to the earth, wrapped her robe around her, and scooped her into his arms.
He took her back to her room and carefully laid her back in her bed. He took her robe and laid it on the desk by her bed, then suddenly blushed as he was wrapping her with the blankets on her bed. Ash she slept, he built a fire and made some broth for her to drink when she woke.