Reaching up slowly she touches her bare virgin neck and finds herself overwhelmed with hoplessness. She let's her fingers continue upwards to her lips,lingering as memories assail her. Her hands fall to her lap ,her head bowing at the same time and a single tear escapes,sliding down her cheek and falls on her palm. Regarding it with slight curiosity...one tear. Single...all alone. Darkness reaches with greedy fingers and takes hold,choking the warmth from her body. Desperately looking around for safety,for warmth ,for comfort but only darkness is present. It siphons her soul until only an empty shell is left. Numb...numb is good.
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