element of war

Even the most beautiful places turn dark during the night.

The light in her eyes was like dying embers.

Soft and warm.

Over time there be nothing left but ashes, she started her day in a warm sweater.

Getting ready for a normal hunting trip.

They never thought they end the ones being hunted.

But with the ending of the tale of her story, his tears streamed down onto the knit sweater she gave him.

He clutched it in his hands and it still smelled like her.

Hours later she never would have thought that her evening ended in a warm pool of her blood.