*rubs her knee*

~*~
Her sobbing abated when she felt water beating on her. Raising her red and aching eyes, the tears of heaven mixed with her own, making a pitiful sight.
A pitiful feeling, too.
The wind whipped around her frail form, causing the strands of hair to lash into her skin. The sudden shower had soaked her then left suddenly, leaving only wisps of lightning dancing to the beat of thunder. The wind had picked up and not stopped.
Something inside her tempted her to just lie on the ground until the cold forced her into a permanent sleep, but something pulled her to her feet. Clutching her arms to her chest, she started walking.

Had it really mattered, after all? Her life, her destination? Already her doubts had eaten away all her desire to see others. A pain, a dread, an acid upon her emotions.
So much had changed in such a short time – her apathy had gone to dread, her previously dead emotions were now awakened. How wonderful the ignorance was. How deadly.
She pulled at her hair. To only be able to rip it out, to scream, to rend her clothes and writhe in ashes as was done millennia ago.
Line upon like, stroke upon stroke, it seemed the odds were against her. How easy to bend to the will of defeat, yet how wrong! But could she get over this? Could she fight? Or would she discover it all in vain?
She stumbled slightly, and slammed her hands into the filthy wall to steady herself. She should get back to safety, at least for this night.
She walked slowly, shaking slightly.
How could she? How could one who had seen so much trade it all for despair?
Walk by faith and not by sight, indeed.
After all, what else was there to trust?

~*~

Bleh. I lost inspiration.