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It seemed as though the clouds overhead sensed the turmoil within her soul. She had always been a simple woman, wearing her heart on her sleeve and had given her love willingly to any one that would lay claim to it. Being too nice allowed for anyone to break through her walls. They were virtually non-existent anyway.
She thought back to him. His soft eyes seemed to warm her to her core. They had spent many a year basking in each other’s love; he was the faint rainbow that changed her skies after she had cried as the rain did. She wondered if there really were pots of gold to be found at the end of a rainbow, or were they just a myth, like every moment they had spent together?
He had lied. A deep, violet flash of light filled her mind in the process. She didn’t know what had happened and looked around her in confusion. She tried to take her mind off things and so focused on the lone rose before her. She had placed it in a clay vase that she had left outdoors to be at one with nature, while still being at arms reach. It was wilting and dying, but her heart softened, recalling the night he had gifted it to her. It had seemed so full of promise.
The rose felt the change in her and slowly, it was as if moisture was seeping up the stem and feeding the dying flower. The petals unfurled, regaining life and turning back into the deep crimson it once was. No. It shouldn’t go back to how it was – nothing could. She fixed her eyes upon the vase once more and it heard her anguish. Another crack of thunder illuminated everything around her and the clap reverberated in the vase, causing it to implode. It tore apart every petal of the rose in its way.
Good, she thought. It should cease to exist, as he should. He stole her heart and in turn, gifted his to another. Her breath had soured as she waited for his return. Her skin had turned a sickly green, pale from malnourishment and she had stopped bathing herself. Her hair had become almost serpentine, hanging in thick dreds, split ends hanging out as a snake would keep its tongue out to hiss in its distress.
She had fashioned a new name for herself in her darkest days. Medusa. It seemed to be perfectly fitting to how she felt; mad. Mad at him. Mad at the world. The sss in the middle emitted the sounds that she wished her hair would. She hated that it didn’t, and so focused all her energy into forcing it to do so, as if she really could.
A violent blue filled her surroundings, blinding her momentarily. She jumped in her frights, but she was unsure if it was from the shock of the light or the hissing sounds that were now being emitted from what she thought were merely split ends. She was scared and as she always did, from when she was a young girl and in fear, she began to cry. The heavens opened up and the rain fell in droves, bathing the serpents that framed her once fragile face and mixing with her tears.
Her fear once again turned to confusion and as her tears dried, so did the skies above, turning at once into a soft pink. She didn’t believe in coincidences. After all, didn’t everything happen for a reason? Her mind drifted back to him. His thin but full lips were the same irresistible pink as the skies above. What reason did he did he have for leaving her to decay and whither away?
She shouted to the ground beneath her, “Did that too happen for a reason?”
An electric current started from an unknown point in the sky, extending its forks and hitting the very point she had been fixing her eyes upon moments ago. It suddenly split before her and she scurried away as the earth opened up. She began to run, for fear of being sucked into the deep vortex that was building up around her.
When she thought herself to be a good distance from black hole, she slowly edged towards it and peered into its contents. Lava was flowing, moving in hypnotic waves beneath her.
She finally understood, and smiled slowly; with her smile, the lava calmed itself and lay beneath her feet in obedience, peaceful but attentive, awaiting her next command.
This is perfect, she thought. After all, hell had no fury like a woman scorned.
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