the woman sat quietly, staring off into a void i couldn't see.

her eyes drained of any color at all, not even the darkest shade could describe the empty hollows that were once beaming with sunshine.

this emptiness crept down her face, as to make her unrecognizable to the public.

it seemed she was vanishing right in front of my eyes, becoming a shadow that will disappear in the night.

"are you alright, deary?" i whispered.

she only let out a small chuckle, "why, of course!" it was her husband's funeral.

as time ticked forwarded, i felt myself drifting. nothing felt real. all i saw was her blank face as he was put six feet under.

there was no emotion, just emptiness.

she quickly left the scene. leaving his parents and their children sobbing on the ground.

the town never saw her again after that. rumours spread in little towns, from what i'm told she's a dirty witch who had an affair.

the bruises and lashes on her arms may tell a different story, but who cares when all we know is rumours.

say goodbye: to the peasant who loved a magnificent man who truly only loved the taste of booze and sex. 1895.