Description
There is nothing beautiful about the wreckage of a human being There is nothing pretty about damage, about pain, about heartache. What is beautiful is, their strength, their resilience, their fortitude, as they display an ocean of courage when they pick through the wreckage of life to build something beautiful brand new against every odd that is stacked against them They were broken, broken beyond repair. Their hearts were broken, souls crushed. But then, they met each other. And they started to heal. Slowly. Steadily. The gaping craters became small holes, the holes crevices and the crevices, thin, white scars. The pain reduced, day by day, until it was no more. The Witch and the Goddess were broken no more, the Witch and the Goddess were at peace. Until, someone wanted to ruin that.
REGRET CAN BE ANGRY
