She stood through the chilling wind, eyes brim with remorse, bereft of any joy. Her ebony locks seemed to dance with the wind as she took out a handkerchief and hastily wiped her tears off, which had drizzled upon her once rosy cheeks. She was as pale as a ghost, her light complexion highlighting her crystalline eyes, where pools of woe had began to form once again. As her face distorted into one of pure despair, she lets out a hitched sob, chest heaving from the emptiness she now holds inside. – Karyn Hamdyl –