Rage has the power to devour one's soul – eating away at any rational thought. Anything which does not fuel it is cast aside.
The red-eyed monster which ate away at her soul now had found the perfect meal. Her anger was infinite.
There were no more tears left within her. All that remained were the embers on her tear tracks. When those embers would set the world ablaze, no one knew.
An eon passed and she no longer knew where she began, and her rage ended; setting everything around her to fire with a single touch. There was nothing left in the world that had the ability to douse the flames of her soul.
The one who could, the one who had the power, was now on a different plane of existence.
They had spent more time apart than they had together, and yet they had been the only one to remind her she was the ocean.
Now all that remained within her was her scorched soul.
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Ethereal Fields
Short Story~Slice of life flash fictions~ Not all stories need to be epic sagas. Some are just short, sweet and touch your heart in ways previously thought to be impossible.
