True sadness.
Skin white as snow, her golden hair like silk long eyelashes cast shadows on her large and bright blue eyes, marred by the darkness of the world. Small for her age she hardly occupies any space She shrinks as she sits there, as if hiding from her fate, and little hands hold each other as large sad tears roll down her face, She looks at me and silently pleads to let her go, to let her leave… And I fight my impulse to hug her. What's wrong Angel? I ask What's right? she answers and cries. Twelve... Sign in to see full entry.