Crystals in the Dark.
6:56:00 PMSlowly, so achingly slowly, they trickle down her cheeks, lying dormant for a few seconds on her chin, then landing abruptly on her folded knees.
She is hurt.
When she brushes away a lingering drop or two, others replace them in quick succession. After an agonizing moment of exasperation, she abandons clearing her face altogether. With this withdrawal, more tears cloud her eyes; she lets them descend.
Her thick black hair have her back blanketed. She may be in pain, but she knows she's strong. She has survived worse than this.
She knows she's strong; she'll make it through.
She's survived worse than this.
So she resumes, after having thought of survival yet again, her mourning; her tears shining like crystals in the dark.
So she resumes, after having thought of survival yet again, her mourning; her tears shining like crystals in the dark.
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