Andelyon

"I'm tired … tired of waking up in the morning; too tired to draw the breath required to go on. But mostly my darling, I'm tired of missing you. I looked out my window this morning Vincent; looked out at the clouds. They looked like nothing more than my wedding veil caught in the dead grasp of a tree and tattered by the uncaring wind; gray wispy trails of lost hope and utter despair." Naked bone raked through brittle blond locks as the Forsaken woman ran her hand through her hair. She sighed heavily, a habit brought over from her former days that now was merely a hollow mockery of the life she'd once led. She looked down at the stone b