Prelude

He stared ate the darkening clouds deep in thought wondering if everything was just a dream, a nightmare that was haunting him.She was dead pale;her once rosy cheek at his moment was white as frozen snow with her eyes half closed. Her stomach was stabbed with a shimmering knife stained with blood and her heavy clothes drenched in red. He looked at his hands covered in Brenda's blood.Gazing at the outlying sky would not earn Brenda back to life. As he gaped at he obscure heavens, up in arms, he saw the intense grey clouds unshackle their tears. He soon felt the reassuring rain on his skin, sharing his grief.

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