The Crow and the Butterfly. [Cyanide]

[Crow]

Life is key for living, memories are made or forgotten, but ususally they stay, sometimes they might hurt, and when death parts the living, they stay with you forever...

Death had shattered her life. It had changed her for the rest of her life. There would always be that lingering feeling.

That depth of lonliness that you carry when someone you cared about so much has left. Physically they might be gone, but in spirit they arn't and they will always live on in your heart. Remembering them is always something hard to do, but everyone does it. All those memories and smiles that your shared together, those jokes that you came up with that always made you laugh so hard. Once they are gone, a part of heart freezes, it stays frozen in place, locking everything you know, remember, all those times you shared and preserving them. As days go by you age, and time seems to drag on, but they are always there, looking over you, taking care of you still. Death might take them, but they are always there. Always.

Her brother was gone, and nothing could take him back, nothing at all. She had locked him away, storing everything that she knew about him, holding it tight. Her heart ached for him. He was her flesh and blood, and someone so special. He never even got to live a life. He was so young, so innocent, but also very vunerable and that was why he was targeted by the cold. It had seeped into him, crippled him, and then killed him. Now that he was gone, she knew that she had to protect herself. That was why she had grown very reserved and shy. She didn't want to get to close to anyone, she knew that something bad would always happen. Even though it might not be right then, right this moment, but she knew that moment would come, and she would be alone yet again.

She wasn't sure what she would do if she lost someone else. She had had to leave her mother and her other brother, her only remaining sibling out of the three of them. She knew she wasn't going to be able to comprehend another death, that was why she had had to get away. If anything happened to anyone she didn't want to hear about it, then she would know, and would understand the feeling. When you are younger, especially as a pup, you only remember tradgic and happy moments. Her puppyhood was a tradgic one. Nothing was going to bring back her brother or change what had happened. She was the one who was going to have to live out her life without him, the one she truely bonded with, and get on with her life, and that was what she hoped to accomplish here.

Black paws stretched forward, bringing her ever forward to her destination, the creek. Short legs that were white with small black spots, like a dalmation reched forward, nails digging into the soil. Leaves covered the ground since it was autumn and bare trees hung high above her, there claw like protrusions stretching out, crisscrossing the sky with brown arms. Clouds darted the sky, smudging it with grey and fluffy white. Her tail whisked behind her, the yellowed spot near the tip wagging slightly. The creek was just up ahead, a small dip down, where rocks and pebbles rung around the edge, the chilly water gurgling as it streamed down. She pulled up next to a large rock that sat on the edge of the creek, and wrapped her black tail around her. Large dow brown eyes bore into the water as she looked at the numerous colored rocks.

Lonliness...will it completely devour...?

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