Her room was filled with the things from childhood. The little girly things a teenager holds onto as she transitions into becoming a young woman.
The fading sun softly outlined her form with a delicate glow. A solitary tear emerged in the corner of her eye.
As his armies feasted on the horror that is war, conquering all that would stand in his way, he began to hear a faint and distant cry within...
I’m healthy, still mostly lucid and feel that I have something yet to do.