The storm

A Story by schraaron

A storm of mixed emotion brewed in her eyes. The look on her face; one of anger, one of torture, one of pain. She tried to smile, but it seemed so lonely, so out of place. Her beautiful brown eyes were now bloodshot, and a single salty tear trickled down her cheek. She just sat there, shaking, like a lonely reed in the wind. Each tremor made my heart sink, my smile fade, my heart and soul sink. Her eyes seemed to burn with hate and rejection. I was so scared for her. There was nothing i could do.

That killed me. I couldn't, no i wouldn't lose her again. I love her.