*** this is another extract from my work in progress: A Heart Within (previous name: A Heart in A Storm) and this is in Silas’s point of view about a significant event that has just happened before, which I’m sure you will be able to guess. This extract links to the prompt, so I hope you enjoy reading this :) ***

The rooms and hallway are quiet, where I roam trying to find my way racing between beliefs and reality. The walls acts as barriers to stop me from finding out the truth, and it hurts as it clouds my head to make it throb. Once again, I’m laying in bed gazing upon my ceiling - these covers feel silky and soft which reminds me of the stranger, the woman I hardly know. Thinking of her, I wonder where she is, where she has run to. But blinking takes me back to the stuffy chapel I am trying to mourn the loss of my father, _and the stranger I hardly know. _My eyes don’t trace around the chapel looking for her, instead they stare at my hands looking at every curve and line trying to figure out the truth that lays before me.

_Will I get hurt again?_

_ Will there be a stabbing pain wrenching in my heart for as long as I can remember?_

_ _But none of the lines or curves tell me anything about that, nor I don’t think I can read and understand them. They are just a piece of my life I will never get to know - _like my favourite stranger, the woman that makes me loathe every minute without her. _I wish I held onto her hands tightly, and didn’t let her run.

The chapel is quiet, where people are trying to hide their tears including me but I feel the acid rising inside like a trigger that is about to be pulled. The tears feel like diamonds, beautiful but has a sharp edge that can dig into my skin forcing me to bleed a song of woes. Sorrows fill this chapel as depression starts to take over and fill this Kingdom in an ocean of tears, that will instantly drown everyone but I am the one that has to bring them back up. However, I can’t do that without surviving myself and I know that I won’t.

A priest is standing looking upon the pews where each one is filled apart from the one I’m in; everyone has taken awareness that I should be alone while I am grieving, _so really I should be here by myself, _though I have a crowd of strangers around me. People I hardly know. People who stare at me, at every move I make. But there’s a woman somewhere out there, who I’m missing, who can help me through this underlying pain. And what I need _is her, to help me through this. _I can feel the rude sparking within my veins, hitting my heart with a shock of pain. Oh, the ache I feel is tormenting. Oh, the fiery burn is kissing my skin. Oh, the heartless pain continues to stab me. All this rue is haunting me. Every night since I told her to run, where I wanted to hold her hold tight and not let go - but I did - there have been nightmares where I keep losing her all over again. So I focus on one moment, the crash. Before she took my joy. I close my eyes to keep myself together, to think about the crash, our first interaction. The crash that made her enter my life and somehow left like a snap.

Being jolted by a loud cough makes me realise I lost her and my father in the same night, so in reality I am mourning them both.