She knew it had begun.
She was running, running to escape the storm within her, but the storm resolutely followed her. It was almost as if the thundering skies and the blinding cracks of lightning wanted to force her to accept that the box would have to be opened and that she couldn't run from her fate.
Jacket flapping, feet pinched in her old shoes, asphalt hard under her feet.
A distant door slamming, the click of a lock, the swish of a curtain.
The wind blowing through a deserted town, the rain falling upon the lone red head in the middle of the street.
Her feet stumbled, almost against her own will. She dropped to her knees, head bowed against the winds that tossed her wet hair across her face. Her bleeding knuckles rested against the ground, the rain gently washing the blood away with the tender touch of a parent. But she had never felt that touch, and so never knew how to appreciate Nature's love for her.
Her chin rested on her collarbone, disregarding the way her clothes were wet and sticking to her skin. The sight of her posture screamed angry resignation, because after all, no matter how far she ran, the door would follow her until she made a choice about the destruction that was supposed to follow her.
Author's note:
It's been a while :) Thank you for waiting, and happy reading!
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DARKNESS IN THE LIGHT
Fantasy(REWRITING) Pandora's box was never meant to be opened. But what if not opening a Pandora's box meant the destruction of the world as you know it, and opening it means the destruction of your world? Natasha's choices were never easy. All she could h...
