Sorrow and FateWhat is this thing called fate?My family it must surely hateIt seems all those I hold dearAre unwell or dead within a year.Sometimes I wish I couldn't careSo there wouldn't be sorrow to shareCancer, death, and life; our hearts have scarsAnd so now, I look up to the starsReminiscent of the past -How long will sorrow last?
Losing Love, Ch. 2Rose awoke to gray light slapping her in the face. She sighed and rolled over, only to notice that it was already past twelve. Groaning, she sat up and looked at the picture on her dresser of Evan, wishing that it was only a nightmare, but knowing otherwise.Holding back tears, she dragged herself down the stairs, remembering the time she had fallen down these same stairs, and Evan had caught her. Oh, the memories.She could smell lunch as she walked into the kitchen, where her mother sat, looking anxious.Hey kiddo, howd you sleep? she asked, her voice unstable.How the hell do you think I slept? Rose muttered under her breath as she raided the fridge. Sobbing her eyes out had really made her hungry. She grabbed for an orange. Evans favorite food.Rose sat down at the table across from her mother and stared down at theorange. Tears were welling up in her eyes, and she sighed.Im so weak. She said aloud, her voice barely audible ab