When she thought the darkness would overtake and consume her, she ran.
She ran until her lungs burned, her eyes watered from the wind and the rain poured down.
She ran until she couldn't take another step in the pouring rain.
That was when she saw him, standing there in the rain.
His arms were wide open, beckoning her to run into his embrace.
She tore the mask off her rain streaked faced, running towards him. The mask fluttered begins before resting on the slick ground.
Her dress, once a stunning sight,
was now tattered and coated in rain, blood and oil, while it fluttered behind her.
Her hair a resting place for leaves and small twigs that had caught there during her journey...
