Against The Odds [5]

Time trickled by and the sun rose up. The light it brought to the world refused to seep into the heart of a certain young woman. 

And like that, noon arrived and played its part to complete a day before it gave the reins to the night.

Night. A crescent moon graced the sky along with the stars. 

A graceful figure ascended the stairs of a familiar mountain. The helm of her robes fluttered gently with each step she took.

To her, the entire world was hazy as the heavens were opened and since the death of a certain man, it has been drizzling.

Perhaps the heavens wept.

Her jet black hair stuck to her back and a droplet suddenly fell on her eyelashes. The young woman blinked.

The droplet rolled down her perfectly created white face and splattered on the slates of the stairs.

'Silly girl…' 

A whisper.

It felt like he was close. 

Her golden eyes gleamed.