Intro to who knows what. . .

July 23
11:15 AM

The rich mahogany hair the encircled her face was like a crown of innocence. A halo of purity. The think, lustrous strands lay in intense contrast to the sheet of white skin that shaped itself into her face. Pouting red lip, dry and cracking. The sullen eyes set deep within her sallow cheeks; bordered by curling, black lashes.

As she lay there, a picture of flawlessness in all senses of the word, the people who stood over her began to cry. She was resting in the coffin where she lay surrounded by the very souls who had killed her. The very souls who had sat idly by while she struggled to live until death’s cold grip had captured and taken her.

The black box in which she was to ever more be incarcerated gleamed as if it too knew the secret. The secret for which she was no longer alive. And in one individual, whose eyes caught the gleam, also lay the secret. And as he stood there, amongst all those that had killed his only love, he laughed. A laugh breaking the silence like shattering glass. A laugh the ended in a bang.

Fired from a vantage point high up on the hill. Executed perfectly. He fell onto his lover, and in his last breath whispered something in her ear. Amor fati. Love your fait. Then his face to went white and he and his lover were once again, united.