she whispered to him, softly, and asked to be laid down. down on soft ground. on soft soil.
she remained calm, studiously watching her breath, slowly pouring out the life found within the compounds of her barren soul.
as she slithered her fingers through the lively green that surrounded, she shed one singular, embracing tear.
as the heavy droplet trailed down her face and touched the dense earth, something happened.
something so pure and beautiful.
that one drop gave life to the land around her, it bloomed the flowers and the animals rejoiced.
it cleared the skies and filled the rivers. it made the world a little warmer than yesterday, and gave her spirit a home, amongst the others who had done the same.
it was time. her sacrifice, although in short scene seemed unfair, served a greater purpose. so he let go, and let her rest. alone and at peace.
she went. with a smile at the surface.
he understood what took place,
the exchange, of life.
-melancholicreator
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