The lover had lost her forever
but the pain of her loss remained with her, as a fresh wound. It was in this week that she collapsed and lost all control of her body. It was in this week that the love she had always felt melded with the sorrow. She cried out to God.
Had he been there when she needed him? Had he saved her? Was she unworthy of his intervention? Had he forsaken her? She couldn't make sense of it.
It hurts to live anymore, but she wasn't ready to die. The steps that had carried her this far refused to carry her any farther.
The world continued on despite her pain, and no one even noticed as she wandered off into the woods. She wept as the sunset.
All it did was make the darkness go deeper into the heart and soul, promising new life in its absence.
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End of Rush Anthology
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