Heartbreak

Kostya stood at the window of the little hut she had that was built into the side of a mountain peak. Starring at the moon, she could feel tears slide down her pale, plump cheeks. She sniffled.

“I hate that you aren’t here with me.” She muttered to the wind. As Koya closed her eyes, she swore she could feel a large, warm palm take her’s.

“I miss you so much, Thomas… Why did you have to die…?” Koya burst into heavy sobs, slipping to the floor from the window, her form being shaken aggressively with her pain. She cried out angrily:

“Why did he have to take you from me?!”

Kostya wailed, her heart, again, being plucked from her chest by heartbreak.