The intruder.
She was left stranded in a desert she knew nothing of. The intruder of her soul had left. Leaving behind a weeping pretty face turning pale with the moon shining above her head. She ran miles and miles and fell helpless exhausted. There were stretches of rising cold sand engulfing her belief of being saved. She kept running in the hope of finding a heart that would if not save her, give her a word of consonance. She longed human interactions more than the food and the water. Hallucinations formed were of the face of the intruder who she last saw herself in the arms of. Waking from her unconsciousness it took her a while to understand it was a betrayal. Her body still lingered the smell of his scent. It was hard to believe she was betrayed. Her heart howled in fast pace telling her he had gone to bring back help. And that they were in this pain together in different places though. Her soft brown locks had seeped in the sand making it stick to her scalp with sweat. She would gather some