Blaring Love and Death

Aria listened to the wind howl as it swooped up her thin sweater sleeves and seeped into her bones. The oak tree she sat below stood firm supporting her weak and frail body. Her face held dried tear stains from the cold, her stare had grown motionless; watching the slow tilt of the tree, the leaves blow, and the snail slide ever so slowly down the tree. Aria's arms hung lifeless at her sides. She sat there for hours on end, grieving the death... that she had caused.