By & For Passion
Pale, nimble fingers caress the cheek of his daughter. She smiles solemnly up at him, grasping at his fingers with her own.
Big grey eyes filled with grief stare unwaveringly at the body in the hole.
“Will you be alright?”
“I can’t leave you in this state.”
“You can’t stay either.”
Piercing green eyes seemed to burrow into her soul and she couldn’t say she enjoyed it.
“Leave. You must.”
“If you are sure.”
“As you wish.”
Those nimble fingers leave, taking with them the warmth they provided.
Turning around, grey eyes look at the sky, imagining her husband alive and well again.
Looking at the scars up and down her arms and imagining the bruises littering her neck, she turns back to the body. She sneers, for that was no husband of hers in the end.
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