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I'd never forget those steely, apathetic eyes of storm gray. They were abysses of absolute obscurity, endless darkness that sunder the heart relentless. In his hand was a short blade, already tainted crimson. I looked up at his looming figure and chuckled softly, fearless to meet his eyes with my own. My mellow amusement snapped something within him. Chaos erupted and raged his features as he swung the blade, a clean cut in the air. I felt the edge sink into my flesh and almost immediately through my bones. He shoved me easily off the steps into the ground wet with an earlier shower. Hair damped, clothes soaked, I lifted my head to show him a smile, undaunted. "Wretch," he spat out, then slammed the door. I laid there for a moment in the freezing puddle of water, studying the contorted reflection of someone barely recognizable. Scarred, bruised, any individual would acknowledge her as nothing more than a castaway. Not an inch of her body bears free of mark in injury. Her brown eyes were no longer tinted with optimism ringing the richest inflections of earth's soil. Instead, they were sullen, haunted, empty. Blood trickled down her face and slowly dripped to her chin. Plick. A droplet hit the water mirror and shattered my reflecting image, defiling the once clear water with the inutile red running in my veins. More drops disturbed the surface like meteors rocketing across the night sky and landing on terrain, forever leaving imprints on Earth's surface. I did not have to look up to know rain have started again. Light drizzle turned to pounding rainfall as I picked up myself and started toward... Somewhere else. The chill had numbed the pain some, but was impossible to deny the deep gash in my right arm. I instinctively grasped the torn flesh. Pain seared through my entire body and warm blood flowed freely down my frosty arms. The icy rain grew stronger, the razor wind harsher. The sky was coated with a layer of gray mist with the silver moon held captive underneath. Lightning crisscrossed the welkin like a taunt to light up the fathomless night and a threat to embrace a victim. Either way, it crackled and controlled every destiny in the storm... except my very own. There is no need to curtsey to death when there is no one left to lose, nothing worthy of losing. I stumbled to keep balance, sentient to the sharp, jagged gravel underneath my blistered bare feet. I breathed in harshly and winced when glass shards pierced into my skin. My vision blurred. How many miles more are there before I can meet the end of this path? I've walked it too many years. If tomorrow I vanish from this world, who, which, will know the trail of blood I've left behind? The rain has already wiped the last trace of crimson. |