Eyes void of emotion , dagger in hand
Ephelia stood motionless,  As the weapon got closer to her soon to be corpse , her shaking hands became steadier .
Ephelia knew that in her moist hand layed not only her salvation,but his as well..
He was only feets away,she could smell his intoxicating scent ; a repulsive mixture of his victims' blood. Hers,fortunately,never took part in forming this distinct aroma..but that was about to change very soon.
There's nothing like nostalgia to ravish your soul..to be haunted by pleasant memories , to miss no longer existing people,but what's even worst is to watch yourself turn into a shell of what you used to be, a hollow frame , an empty vessel that no longer wishes to be filled..
And Ephelia had slowly turned into one,she had lost the will to live.
For the wind that caresses her hair is nothing but a nuisance now, the fierce current she awaited to swim flows beneath her feet as she indifferently gazes,the smell of the forest that she once inhaled deeply in desperate breaths,just to remember the enchanting scent for a little longer..that same odor doesn't even make her smile anymore..
The auburn leaves she delicately gathered are now scattered by the Autumn wind ; pieces of her fragmented soul that can no longer be collected..
Ephelia was broken beyond repair