Amelia Cobb swayed unsteadily as she got out of the car, her faltering steps alone keeping her broken body from being swept away by the wind and rain of this stormy night.
She stood unsteadily in the chaotic scene, like a piece of floating seaweed on the ocean's surface.
Blood trailed behind her like a long, slow, endless river.
She had become the sacrificial lamb of this given relationship, caused by her own betrothed.
Adam Wood, Maya Renee - the two she once thought she should treat well.
But now – faced with the cruel truth, she was pathetically despised.
That woman who once stood high, now stood on this late-night alley, a lonely wandering spirit.
Amelia's warm forehead touched the icy wall, like the Tufted Saxifrage flower clinging to it, gradually withering away in this storm.
Her low sobs became mournful wails of a lost spirit.
[Some things, when you probe deeper into them, only make you more terrified]
