The anger, rage, swirling hatred halted upon hearing the news. All the want and need to separate herself from him came crashing down in a few words and suddenly all Juniper yearned for was to feel his embrace. Words echoed from her mouth. Words foreign to most who had not known of their love. Words of small children stumbling upon each other ,unbeknownst of their soon to be infatuation. Words of blossoming adolescents and their fiery passion to hold and cradle one another. Words of adults as their love sizzled and crackled upon the dying embers. Words of a lone woman stricken with a grief she thought she’d never have to bear, alone for now and forever. "My love- please my love-" Never, not with the death of her mother nor her uncle nor the abandonment of her father figure. Never-not once had the fire flickered so.
With a shaky breath, and streaming tears darkness swept over the woman as the last dying hue of the candle was blown out.