100 words x 365 days
Her arms fell to her sides as she watched him walk away. No longer his muse, her heart flooded with a river of pain that no drug could sedate. Should she scream to stay or inflict venomous words to make sure he didn’t? He was the fire that burned too hot, and she was water sent to wash away his sins. Love comes and goes with the tides, but for the little mermaid, she finally succumbed to the seas below and drowned in her self-made tears. As she sunk to her grave, she reached out for the burning heat one last time.