world convulsed and she harshly shook her head in denial. It could
not be true! This had to be some sort of a nightmare. With each
shake of her head the perfume swirled around her, closing in,
reminding her of all that had passed, which caused her to gasp in
utter dismay and horror.
her fingers out in front of her face, she studied her hands. They
involuntarily clenched into fists as she heard the horrendous
sounds of the whip in her mind. His strong and gentle back bore
the lash, cut and bleeding. Yet, he made no sound.
sob wracked her. How could this be? How could he truly be gone?
Why was the world still spinning? How did it continue in its
pattern of day-to-night? Without him, she simply did not want to
continue. Life had been meaningless until he changed everything.
her face in the shaking cup of her palms, she moaned against the
abject grief and loss. Her hair fell over her face, and the smell
of perfume redoubled. In the murky night, she
remembered…remembered how everything began. Her mind wandered back
to when life was innocent and so was she.