Seconds.

Seconds. 

Until the tears hit the floor. 

They splatter. 

A silent sound compared to the heavy breathing.

 A colorless circle formed on the ground, magnifying the colors of the wood beneath it. 

The wind blowing gently into the back of their head. 

Her hair golden and flowing, only inches from her scalp. 

There was no life in the room. 

Streams of uncertainty and insanity swam off her and surrounded you with hungry licks of desperation. 

She has no hope. 

She has nothing anymore. 

But she isn't even there. 

Only a reflection of yourself in the mirror. 

Your own insanity.

Reviews

[Blissful Sin]

Very dark and sorrowful. I like it!

-Bliss

[Philip Costea]

sounds like she's hunting herself. crazy. cool.