Tears fall down her face dripping slowly onto the rose, staining it
dark. Each silver drop that falls from her eyes makes pain worse
until it feels that it will swallow her up and never release her.
She will be trapped in darkness surrounded by nothing but the pain
of her loss, hollow and empty inside. She lets the rose slowly fall
into the tiny grave to rest upon the doll sizes casket and turns
her head to the sky. "Why?" her cry pierces the silence echoing
back until there is nothing but the sound of her tears falling.
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