Silent Night She stared off into the darkness. Maybe she was expecting something to come and take her away, allow her to leave this wretched place, the place that kindled hope and made lies of chance and opportunity; all it held to her was so, so much death and dread and desolation. Maybe some sense of abandonment. Yet she begged, demanded, pleaded with all her mute will; her lips formed the words, prepared them, ready to shout, scream out to the world, but her voice hid away, so nothing came. Not for her at least. Of course not. Why would life ever be fair? Why would the universe ever give a little? Why, she gave herself up, gave her
But it's beautiful :3