Sometimes she would cry and think of the pain she had hidden all too long.
She even had thought of the innocence she once had as a child.
Who am I? She thought.
"This is my heart, my aching Dying Heart."
She had dropped on her knees and clutched her hands into a fist.
"My Aching, Dying heart!"
Sobbing and breathing heavily.
"Amerry...."
"Harlyn..."
"Morrigon"
"This is your Mother's aching and dying heart."
"May you never be like me."
"Stories left untold and dreams left unfulfilled."
It was night fall as she had cried herself to sleep.
