Breanna Tane

For the unspoken cries of an injured partner. She stares off into the distance.
Hatred plaguing her heart. No amount of love or care could make her save the one, she deems the evil. The fallen angel. Yet her tattered body ached in pain. As she heard his pleas for her warmth. 'How tragic he is' She thinks. But then she looks at her heart laying across from her on the ground and breathlessly laughs. Her eyes close and she exhales for the last time. Her last thoughts were nothing less of-
'Who am I to speak? We are the same.'