Storms
Life has become too lonely. Left alone to my own devices, I quickly am swallowed in the depths of my broken soul. Shattered, scattered across an uncaring world that feels little remorse for any individual. I had loved too deeply than any mortal has been or is allowed to bear. So, I have been cast into the purgatory for the living dead. Destined and fated for nothing more but to chase the specters of the past and to embrace them as their fiercely burning bodies sear deep into my skin. My visage is mutilated and contorted from the pain. The union of heart and mind separated by an abyss and twisted into an unrecognizable path of hatred.
Yet, even so, one decided to strive against my persecution. One set me free from internal damnation. One rescued me from my path of selfish destruction. One wrestled my heart back from those long dead. One has stood by my side so far and has yet to steer me wrong.