8 November 2012
She sat deep within sorrow, fathoming the life she had she had taken. People could only see the light, the kindness, the burning entity of grace that was residing in her soul, could she live with this? Why was this her fate? The tragedy that had befallen her was a big enough burden to tear and shatter her hope, destroying her cheerful soul. She sat staring at the ground, her heart slowing, almost stoping with guilt, she sat up, her right hand falling to her side, clutching roses so tight the thorns pierced her skin, she graced her left hand upon the stone, a stone that was placed to commemorate; and remember the memories of those who were gone, she braced herself, slowly her mind found it's pace, the sentence was in place, a gesture she wished she could have said back then, but now was better then never, "I'm sorry..."
Grievance • Opuss № I