The One They Call Ash

And she sat there, the remains of her heart in her hand. As her tears fell onto the ash in her palm, she wondered how love's fire could warm you one moment, burn you the next.

It didn't matter that the charred remains she saw at her feet were her dreams. Those dreams were gone now. They were wisps of smoke, curling towards the heavens, only to be defeated by the wind.

She stood in the silent world that had once been so full of life. Brushing her hands together, she dismissed the joys her heart once held. A tear cut its way through the dust on her cheek, almost as if trying to outrun the numbness.

Too little, too late. Without a glance back at what lay destroyed behind her, she walked forward... no longer noticing the shadows, no longer caring for the light she now knew better than to believe in.