sad

The tears clung to her long onyx lashes, pulling two day old charcoal off in beads, shimmering in the pale light, like oil in water. The only movement of her body being the breath that barely kept her alive, shivering with each inhale, deflating with the exhale and, every several seconds, a blink of her fluorescent blue eyes that caused the poised droplets to leap to their deaths at the mercy of the frigid stone floor.