The wind blew screaming and shrieking making howling noises as it made circles in the valley, hitting the hills. The winds caterwauling, delivered words from the dead. Its fervour so fierce as it rushed around abusing the damp lands to dig up every headstone in the graveyards. And from a fort set in the high lands, with the sea at its side, facing it she stood.
Her hair in waves were flown by the wind sending chills down her spine and small flyaway of streaks crisscrossed her face. Her face looked like a dream, flawless like the sky, soft, peach cheeks, eyes of glass and an air with the depths of satiety fused with innocence. A heart that was calm, composed, serene like the very depths of the deepest waters.
But she was a battlefield. Her interior and exterior were two worlds in constant war with each other, like water fights fire. Unanswered thoughts like unsolved puzzles ran inside her head causing eruptions of fear and doubt inside her forcing tears to fill her eyes but then, there was her heart consoling her mind to keep its calm, promising that things would be okay, that this time will pass that she will live and will have time to find love. Standing still fighting the winds she stared at the Stars, accompanied by the wandering clouds. She stood there among the darkness of the night sky searching tirelessly hoping to find her reflection.
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