The tears came, slow at first then with alarming ferocity. In the frigid air, they were hot against her cheeks and heavy against her heart.
"It's not fair," she sobbed, when she had breath.
"It never is."
"Why?" she asked.
"You keep asking that," he replied, "but death is never 'why'. It is 'when'."
Towards the eastern rim, a thin line of darkness spread across the horizon like a smudge along the edge of the earth.
How many different horizons had she seen? How many sunsets? She closed her eyes and tried to count them.
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Winter's Tree
Fantasy[Open Novella] - [Long Listed] In the middle of a snow encrusted field stands a tree. Ancient and formidable, its roots run deep below the surface, carrying secrets that could unravel the very fabric of reality. Follow Ayessa as she struggles to rem...
