Narrative Nest

WHEN HEARTS BETRAY
Prologue

It was a dark evening with cool gentle breeze,the beauty of the sky obscured by mocking rain clouds,the sounds of the dry leaves on the ground complaining how unfair it was that they had been cast down from the trees and the response of their comrades affirming to hang on and continue the struggle against the wind.
The clouds had moved a bit permitting a little light from the full moon that glowed into the distant moon that glowed into the distant lake below and the lake in turn returning the favour by reflecting the beauty of its heavenly counterpart. The deem glow casting a shadow upon the the trees and flowers as the night grew darker everything emitted such undeniable beauty and calm

She shuddered and inhaled deeply in the scent of the flowers, the lake, the sand and the imaginary scent of his person closing her eyes she exhaled, as a beautiful tear drop saturated her chin finding it's way to her slightly parted lips raising her head a little she stared at the beauty of the moon as the dark clouds permitted just a little more view as if jealous to allow full view to the domain above it's dark recesses.
Bringing her hands up slowly she hugged at herself gently stroking her shoulders with her fingers as if to comfort herself for what laid ahead. The tip of her flat gown danced in the gentle wind in unison with her loose waist length beautiful black hair which moved in rhyme with the rhythm of her dress. Standing under the moon light in all her charms and almost unnatural beauty with the deem glow emphasising the pretty features of her saddened expression.
She had always thought about how it would all end yet never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined herself there at this moment in this place that held so much memory never could she have imagined herself doing what she was about to do now... su*c*de.
Yes su*c*de,oh God her heart cried how has it come to this, how did I end up at this moment? She closed her eyes again as the tears streaked down her soft cheeks. Oh God she whispered forgive me I don't ask for anything for myself for I know I don't deserve anything from you. She shook now with gentle sobs the tears flowing unchecked.
You are wrong a gentle male voice spoke from behind her she gasped recognizing the sweetness and familiar calm of his voice. I am dreaming she whispered to herself when she turned to see no one partly because she was blinded by her tears and because the stringy naughty clouds had refused to share the glow of the moon any more.
No you are not she heard the voice again. This is no dream come down from there, the voice said very gently and persuasive. Blinking away the tears she strained to see if he truly was there. A slight gasped permitted her lips as her clearing sight caught the features of his face she stared at him not sure of her mental condition and thinking that her mind must be playing tricks on her at this final moment.

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