'No, I can't die. Not like this.'
Renna's inner voice let out a muffled moan, she flapped her wings to fly but unfortunately the woman did not know how to swim.
Drowning in the whirlpool of sadness, surrounded by the wolves of darkness Renna Amaryllis longed for a sympathetic beam of light. Perhaps the only image crossed her mind was a fading photograph of Ronan's face, no matter how much amount of hatred had intoxicated her heart; it still was unable to stop the sprout of love to grow miraculously.
Adrenaline rush? Maybe sometimes an individual cannot stop him or herself from pursuing the direction of heart's content, and as for them their heartstrings were attached since long and was still destined to play the melody of love.
'Help Ronan, you can't let me die one more time. Please, come back and save me.'
Renna felt her heart stopping and breath leaving the body, as a last ray of light screamed to her to hold on.
