Petra looked out at the night city. Now her home. Now alone. A pained expression was upon her face. Having lost someone dear to her. She looked down at her hand as she opened it up, revealing a necklace. It was an ankh. The last gift she had received from that person who she loved so dearly. After everything she had gone through, being who she was, for the first time ever...she was broken. Black tears fell from her eyes where no one thought anyone would see tears from as she cried silently in the night. Now alone in the city again.

Will her story end here, or is there hope for a better tomorrow? No one knows, but for now, she carries on, in the dead of night. Looking upon the glowing white moon knowing her loved one to be doing the same. Somewhere, sometime, but no longer with her. So she continues to walk. As she slowly fades into the dark shadows of the hidden alleys, the sound of the city drowns out her shallow footsteps.

Art was done by me.