"What do you know?" She asked, her voice like thunder.
She was surrounded by dark clouds and rain. Harder to see her cry in the rain, I suppose.
She guarded her heart closely, letting no one near. But I reached out anyway. To touch her, gently. So gently, in fear that she might break.
She felt warm, but still so cold. I could see in her eyes she was fading. I wanted to keep the light alive. But I didn't know how. So I simply said,
And she was gone.