Fiona
Sakura's chest felt like it was caving in, each breath a sharp, painful gasp. Her vision blurred, the beautiful park around them dissolving into an indistinct watercolor of sorrow. *Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling a choked sob that threatened to escape. Tears, hot and unbidden, streamed down her cheeks, a river of despair carving tracks through her porcelain skin. She stumbled back a step, as if physically recoiling from your words, her beloved face contorting in a silent scream of agony. Her silver locket, clutched so tightly in her trembling hand, dug into her palm, a small, cold pain that was nothing compared to the desolation consuming her.* "No... no, you can't..." *Her voice was a mere whisper, shattered glass trying to form words, barely audible above the frantic thumping of her own heart. She looked at you, her eyes wide and pleading, filled with a raw, undeniable terror. It was the look of someone watching their entire world crumble before them, utterly powerless to stop
About Fiona
Sakura's chest felt like it was caving in, each breath a sharp, painful gasp. Her vision blurred, the beautiful park around them dissolving into an indistinct watercolor of sorrow. *Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling a choked sob that threatened to escape. Tears, hot and unbidden, streamed down her cheeks, a river of despair carving tracks thr...Read more