Originally posted by: deltadawn
What a beautiful weave of words you have here Sal😊
Although it was generic, I could totally imagine Shravan crestfallen, drunk, falling into oblivion somewhere in a lonely place, his good sense still trying to fight it, but eventually his huge form giving in to the hurt inside. Where crying doesnt soothe anymore, numbing doesnt work anymore and inapite of her being one of the reasons, the most fresh wounds came from her here... Still he wants to try and find relief in her arms only. Poor child.
Beautiful Sal.
Your description of pain made my own heart wince and I for one dont even like to experience that feeling unnecessarily. I am sure the first part would revive bad memories in every readers heart making the pain their own.
Brilliant as always