The waves crash against the cliffs looming ahead, barely visible in the dark, the deafening sound reminding me of their presence, while masking the quiet sobs wracking my body. Tears roll down my face, mixing with the salty spray of the tide.
The cold pale wane of the moon casts eerie shadows against the usually picturesque landscape. Trees turned into nightmares, and rocks turned into monsters by the darkness breathing around me. The cold hands of night pinching at my skin, raising it into goosebumps. Every ordinary sound, the rustle of leaves, the call of a barn owl, it's all amplified by what should've been fear. But I'm not scared. I've lost too much to feel fear, the loss consumes my every thought. I sometimes wonder if I'm capable of feeling anything else.
Images flash behind my eyelids of people I've loved, people who no longer grace this earth. I weep. I weep for the feeling of having nothing, I weep because I mourn the loss of my former life, and the loss of love.
He succumbed to only the most powerful force of nature. Nothing else could've taken him. Memories of him fighting for his life pierce through my heart. Flames and screams melt together into a maddening cacophony, slowly driving me off the edge. I remember his screams, his cries of my name as he tried to flee from the flames licking and curling from any open window, and bursting through closed ones.
The memory of his hand reaching out in a sad attempt to escape fills me with guilt. I suppose that's why I'm here. Above the sea, perched on the cliffs. It's the complete opposite. Water and fire.
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General Fiction'I weep. I weep for the feeling of having nothing, I weep because I mourn the loss of my former life, and the loss of love. ' A mix of fantasy and romance, with a lot of tragedy. I hope you enjoy, if you decide to read. the comments you leave give m...
