13 ~ Avryl

Avryl is the epitome of beauty. Despite her grim appearance, her beauty still radiates I could feel my heart skip a beat. Her delicate looks would make any man swoon and swear to protect with all his might. I extended my hand urging her to rise which she obliged. Her face was still wet with the teardrops she earlier shed. I wiped her cheeks with my other hand which she then held to her chest. Everything is bound to be all right. I reassured her as I turned her face closer to mine allowing me to glimpse of the metallic silvery eyes. I caught sight of her luscious red lips I was yearning to touch, but instead ushered her head to rest on my shoulder letting her find solace in my embrace. In that moment in time, as her heart resonated with mine she burst into tears. I could offer her nothing except my sympathy hoping she could find strength in me with her great loss. They might have been her friends, her sisters or her mother, that which I do not know. In her ...