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Carried away By A Moonlight ShadowI Watched Your Vision Forming
Carried away By A Moonlight Shadow
Lost In a Riddle That Saturday Night
Claire had never imagined that a Saturday night out with Jack would turn into a nightmare that would haunt her for the rest of her life. They were at their favorite bar, celebrating their three-year anniversary, when a stranger bumped into Jack, spilling his drink.
Words were exchanged, voices raised, and before Claire could comprehend what was happening, the man pulled out a gun and fired six shots into Jack’s chest. Blood sprayed across the room, and Jack fell to the ground, lifeless.
The killer, a man with a cold, empty gaze, fled the scene before anyone could stop him. Claire cradled Jack’s body, her screams of anguish piercing the air.
“I stay, I pray, See you in Heaven one day” mumbled Claire before Jack left his last breath.
That night, something inside her broke, replaced by a singular, burning desire for revenge.
She Couldn’t Find How To Push Through
Years passed, and Claire devoted every waking moment to tracking down the man who had taken Jack from her. She learned to navigate the shadows, to listen and observe without being seen. She became a ghost, drifting through life with only one purpose: to find the man with the cold, empty eyes.
One rainy evening, Claire found herself in a small, decrepit town on the outskirts of nowhere. The whispers she followed led her to a rundown bar. She entered, her eyes scanning the room until they locked onto a familiar face—older, wearier, but unmistakable. It was him.
Claire approached the bar, her heart pounding in her chest. The man looked up, his eyes widening in recognition.
A Song Of Sorrow And Grieving
“You,” he muttered, a hint of fear in his voice. “You’re the woman from that night.”
“Yes,” Claire replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “And you’re the man who killed Jack.”
The man, whose name was Mark, swallowed hard. “I had no choice. It was self-defense. He attacked me first.”
“Liar,” Claire spat, her eyes blazing with fury. “You murdered him in cold blood.”
Mark shook his head, his hands trembling. “You don’t understand. There’s more to this than you know.”
“Then make me understand,” Claire demanded, stepping closer, her presence menacing.
Mark took a deep breath. “Jack was involved in something dangerous. He was part of a gang, and that night, he threatened me because he thought I was a rival. I had to defend myself.”
Claire’s mind reeled. She had never known Jack to be anything but kind and loving. “You’re lying,” she insisted, her voice cracking.
“I wish I were,” Mark replied softly. “But I have proof. In my car, there’s a file with everything you need to know.”
See You In Heaven Far Away
Reluctantly, Claire followed Mark outside to his old, battered car. The moonlight cast eerie shadows on the ground, giving everything a ghostly appearance. He reached inside and pulled out a worn leather folder. “Here,” he said, handing it to her. “Read it.”
Claire opened the folder and began to read. Her hands shook as she flipped through the pages, each one detailing Jack’s secret life—drug deals, gang affiliations, and threats of violence. The man she thought she knew was a stranger.
Tears streamed down her face as she closed the folder. “Why didn’t you go to the police?” she whispered.
“They wouldn’t have believed me,” Mark replied. “Jack had them in his pocket. I had no choice but to run.”
Claire stared at Mark, her mind racing. The man she had hunted for years was not a monster, but a victim of circumstance. Her quest for revenge had been based on a lie.
The Night Was Heavy And The Air Was Alive
But then, something shifted in Claire’s eyes. The grief and sorrow melted away, replaced by a cold, calculating glare. Mark felt a chill run down his spine as she took a step closer, her figure blending into the moonlight shadows around them.
“You think this changes anything?” she hissed, her voice dripping with malice. “You took him from me. And for that, you will suffer.”
Before Mark could react, Claire raised her hand, and a wave of darkness enveloped him. His vision blurred, and the world around him twisted and contorted into a nightmare landscape. He found himself trapped in a labyrinth of shadows, with grotesque figures and haunting whispers tormenting him at every turn.
“You see, Mark,” Claire’s voice echoed through the darkness, “I am no ordinary woman. In my grief, I embraced the darkness, became one with it. I have the power to make you experience every ounce of pain you caused me.”
“Please,” he begged one night, collapsing to the ground. “Please, make it stop.”
Claire appeared before him, her form wreathed in shadows, her eyes glowing with an unearthly light. “You don’t deserve mercy,” she said coldly. “But perhaps you deserve to understand.”
The Last That Ever She Saw Him
With a flick of her wrist, the darkness lifted, and Mark found himself back in the dilapidated town. The folder was still in his hands, but the horrors he experienced were seared into his mind.
“Live with the knowledge of what you’ve done,” Claire whispered, her voice fading into the night. “And know that I am always watching.”
As Claire disappeared into the shadows, Mark was left alone, haunted by the nightmares that would never truly leave him. He knew that as long as he lived, Claire’s vengeance would follow him, a relentless reminder of the woman he had wronged and the dark witch she had become. The moonlight shadows danced around him, a constant reminder of the darkness that now consumed his life.
The trees that whisper in the evening
Carried away by the moonlight shadow
Sing a song of sorrow and grieving
Carried away by the moonlight shadow
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