A piercing shriek of anguish echoed through the trees. Leyla had been left alone, sitting on her knees. Everything she had built up was for nothing. Even begging could not get her what she wanted. She couldn't even die with a swift execution. Was she to suffer for the rest of her life then?
It would be simple. Just a swift cut from one of her many blades in just the right place. It would be fast and…
Another wail came from her chest. Why was this world so unfair? Why did her heart have to be obliterated so effectively? Her hands shook in front of her.
She thought she had guarded her heart. Made sure she understood this was always going to be the ending. Yet her heart wanted to love her so much that it let her hold some small sliver of hope. Hope was the real enemy. She should have just cut off her feelings and disappeared.
