FatefullyKinetic

"I don't know who you are, or what you might want with me, but just leave me alone," It was hard to tell where the rain stopped and where the tears began.  Or was she even crying?  For three long weeks, she had done nothing but despair and cry. Cry and despair.  The darkened circles about her hazel eyes told a tale of nothing but woe.  Perhaps she had cried herself into an emotional void.  Chipped and ragged fingernails grasped weakly at the gravestone upon which she half leaned, and half laid.  Rivets of rain water ran down upon the engraved face of a child-like cherub, which sat perched upon the top of the stone, as if standing guard over t