The Weight of Loss
Natasha did not lift her head. Her hand held onto Leons arm tightly her knuckles were white because she was so upset. The night outside was very dark. It was coming into the room through the open window. The room was filled with an spooky light because of the twin moons that were shining outside. The light from the moons was making shadows on the floor. Natasha was feeling the weight of her emotions. It was almost too much for her to handle. The night outside with its spooky light was making everything feel even more scary and overwhelming for Natasha and the twin moons were casting an eerie glow, over everything.
A tremor ran through her chest. Her breath was really shallow like each time she breathed in it might break her apart, from the inside. She looked over his shoulder.. Then she just stopped moving.
