Blood. It was the only thing Cristina could rely on to make sure she could go on herself. So she drank. She drank until it hurt to swallow, and even then, she tried to down ale. Her tears burnt her eyes like a forger's fresh sword. She stood in the corner of the empty house, her stuff wrapped up, never intending to leave the cloth, until she was back home.
It wasn't her fault. It surely was of her lover's. "She lied... I have to test her... no.... yes..." She rambled to herself, dragging the corpse in the yet to be set firepit. She couldn't help herself, and yelled out in a pure, hot, rage. She tossed her dress that was to soon be for someone wedding'. "Why could she not be trusting twords me! This is her fault!" She yelled at the body, knowing it could of been. "Shame... you died in a housefire..." She breathed out, kicking down the protection spreading fire, and tossed her match on to the oil doused corpse. She just needed to clean. Surely... they could be strong? They can't always rely on the existence of her love.
Cristina walked away, no, ran away. So the feelings she left there couldn't catch her. The things she burnt were just bad memories. Alas, she could feel the warm embrace of those emotions pulling her twords her own house. She burst through the door and called out. But, no one was there to answer.
It wasn't her fault. It surely was of her lover's. "She lied... I have to test her... no.... yes..." She rambled to herself, dragging the corpse in the yet to be set firepit. She couldn't help herself, and yelled out in a pure, hot, rage. She tossed her dress that was to soon be for someone wedding'. "Why could she not be trusting twords me! This is her fault!" She yelled at the body, knowing it could of been. "Shame... you died in a housefire..." She breathed out, kicking down the protection spreading fire, and tossed her match on to the oil doused corpse. She just needed to clean. Surely... they could be strong? They can't always rely on the existence of her love.
Cristina walked away, no, ran away. So the feelings she left there couldn't catch her. The things she burnt were just bad memories. Alas, she could feel the warm embrace of those emotions pulling her twords her own house. She burst through the door and called out. But, no one was there to answer.
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