The story is true but not for the faint of heart. For that reason, I barely speak of it, even in my dreams.
Her tormented eyes still plague me, fragmenting my soul with images; refusing to let me forget. It's over now, but that's not the end of her story. In fact, it is only the beginning of a tale so haunting it's much too painful to write. I must find a way...
Will my heart ever find the words?
Once upon a time there was this lady...
To be continued...
Oh fudge, my friend. This one is so short and has so much feeling. I am reading backwards through your posts and each one has been leading to this. A start that cannot yet be told. It simmers and it waits and it builds.
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