for she had eyes but saw little

she smiled softly
but this time it was different
her face smiled, but her eyes didn't

She has feelings that are not visible. Sadness; the silent killer, they say. Something she never could comprehend in its totality. "Sad" sounds so juvenile, like something flimsy that nay full grown adult would ever use to express their emotional disposition, something one should be able to cast off with a bright reflection or a bout of hilarity- but "sad" is nothing of the sort. It convenes inside the mind like the seed of depression, awaiting the appropriate conditions to grow, to send out roots that suffocate the hope out of your heart and moisten the tendrils of fire within your soul.  It is the trough in which we struggle to return to the peak, always fearful that this time there will be no additional peaks; that life will cease to exist for the one soul touched by a simple sadness. A single tear slid down from her aurelian eyes, followed by another one, and another one, until a steadfast current of brackish tears surged it's way down her pallid cheek, releasing the melancholy and sorrow that has been held inside of her for all this time, but still, she did not make a sound. It began to rain. The rain fell softly as if it knew of the hardships both behind and ahead. Each droplet alighted on her skin with just enough coolness to command her mind to the present, to lure her away from the misery of the past. The beads of icy liquid over her face, more copious than even the dapples embroidering her flanks, joined to wash over her in a refined cascade of trickles; the alkaline tracks carved by tremendous tears blending into the fresh sky-fallen drops. She raised her eyes to the grey layer that involved all parts of the sky, there was more to come before the skies opened. Only the pinkness of her lids gives any clue to the sadness she endures, but no one would realize; in the Rift, who would look closely enough to tell? And then it poured. The throb of her pained heart thumped in accordance with quick, shallow breaths as the rain began to fall more rapidly. She sunk to the ground, the soil and branches beneath her descending form soggy and soft. The canopy of leaves above her back, clinging onto gently dancing tree limbs, did nothing to protect her from the onslaught of rain. Aurelia watched the world gradually drown with her legs tucked beneath her stocky figure and her wings gathered neatly at her sides. She began attempting to recompose herself. There was no time to do.. this now.

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Aurelia

anyone can hop in hehe, i have an abundance of sad-post muse so i figured id go ahead and do this bc why not