She drags herself home, her pillars unstable as she moves. Her once graceful walk has long since failed her, her balance now off. She fears the dark that closes in, she is now alone in the world. She feels her heart, shattered and rotting. Her eyes are puffed up from crying, her tears still streaming down her cheeks. Her emerald eyes are dull, the flecks of purple fading away, lost in seas of mossy green. Her tail has dropped, dragging behind her slender frame. Her stomach roared in anger, empty. She had not eaten during the days it took her to walk from the Veins, she had drawn herself away from stopping to feast. She did not deserve to eat, she couldn't push herself to eat.
She stumbled over the Basin borders, almost falling down the mountain as she picks her way to the lake. Her shaky legs force her down, and she falls to the side, rolling for a few feet. She stops on a ledge, bruised and battered. She wails, from physical pain and the pain in her heart. Her heart was shattered, smashed to bits when she watched her mothers blue roan body roll down the volcano, become a crispy carcass before plunging into the ocean blue. She remembered the state her mother was in, the image of her broken mother still printed fresh in her mind. She choked up more tears, trying to stand on battered columns. The broken maiden takes a step towards the nearest cave, desperate to get to it. She trips over her own feet, nearly falling over again.
She falls to her knees, slumped against the wall of the cave. Her breath is shaky, a side effect of her sobbing. Her nostrils flare, the hot breath of hers slowly sliding into the air. She feels her broken beating, her breast aching. It felt as though someone speared her breast and her heart, twisting and twisting their sharp weapon until it tore her flesh apart. She laid her head against the wall, her tears streaming down the cold rock. Her cheek and side is pressed against the cold stone, her stomach gently brushing against the frozen rock. There was sudden silence, and nothing could be heard for miles...
Except for the sound of her breaking heart.
"Speech."
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[P] she weeps under the willows, her tears diamonds.
