Agony of losing someone you love is a pain you can barely cope with, here's a look into the mind of someone suffering through the loss of the most important person in her life.

She woke every night in a cold sweat, the sound of her own screams dragging her from the nightmares.

She found little solace in the cold, still night.

Her body shook inconsolably. Her hot breath created misty figures around her, terror manifested itself in forms of shadows, and ghosts; dancing around her in the dark, mimicking her, terrorising her.

Tears were a routine, she woke, and then she cried, every night would be the same, a routine of fear, and pain.

She found little solace in the cold, still night.

The night was still, the stars were hidden, a cruel joke from the master of creation. Her star was gone, and he would never come back.

Her face was wet; she didn't know whether it was from the rain, or whether the disconnected tears had made an appearance. She remembered voices, and people, a commotion of happenings surrounding her, circling her like a hawk eyeing its prey. She didn't remember what they said, or who they were, the haze around her became thicker, murkier.

She found little solace in the cold, still night.

Gentle hands, offered little comfort, she shook her head, disbelieving. She couldn't believe what she feared, for if she believed, it would be true, she knew in her mind that there was no mistake. She remembered falling to her knees; the cool breeze carried her weight. She remembered the world spinning around in her head. He was gone, her star. Dead.

She found little solace in the cold, still night.

Every night would be the same, she woke, and then she cried, the phantom memories tortured her soul; there was no comfort, no way to move on, a distant memory of a life which she once lived, long ago. Darkness surrounded her, heavy clouds of sorrow hung over her head. Life passed her by in a haze of colourless whirs. The empty house, the bed, she felt love, no more.

A hero, a legend, a spirit in the night, her love was gone.

She found little solace in the cold, still night.

I know that was really miserable, and angsty, little moreso than my usual work! Hope you enjoyed! Let me know :)