In the early summer, just when the flowers had bloomed, the sky decided to cry. I became lost within the sound of the rain pounding on the roof and the dark clouds engulfed me completely. "Can I recover from this terrible storm?"
No...
Could I have done something different though? Could I have tried at least; Would it had made a difference to the outcome? I'm not really sure anymore... I don't know what to do, it won't stop raining and day by day it rains louder and louder until the thunder comes again and it makes me cower into the corner. Surely I couldn't do anything then that could have prevented this from happening.
The flames at that time had been so fierce, so tempting that it made every thing burn and be destroyed in a matter of seconds. And still, the only thing I did was look at the remaining debris... No one was there at that point and the only thing I could hear was the echo of my own footsteps and my breathing. It was empty and lonely, nothing ever seemed to fit, not even my memories.