He left her.
In this lonely part of the coven, buried in a tower that stood alone, a lady wiped off the last of her tears.
Her thoughts resounded once more in her mind, 'He left me.'
As she stared at the ground, her pupils dilated and her eyes lost all light.
He left her.
She had waited for decades, prepared for his destined arrival, and yet he left her.
Marya's eyes found their way to the paintings. She looked at the perfection that was her handiwork and nervously said, "He is coming back, isn't he? He had to come back."
She lay on the cold floor and kept quiet.
Reve had been her focal point throughout her mental outbreaks. He had been her light. Hence, she adored him with all her heart.
This made it even more painful when he left her. She had thought they could spend a few more days together.
"I should have expected this. No one wants me. No one wants to associate with the crazy lady," wept Marya.
