The grass was cold. Or at least it felt that way. Yet there wasn't much that she could feel at all. Everything was growing hazy. Time seemed to slow down of it's own accord while Kay lay in a crumpled, burned and bloodied heap in the front lawn of her little tea shoppe now engulfed in flames. Moments earlier she was returning to her shoppe from the market. Unbeknowst to her, the opening of the door triggered an explosion set off by a bomb, sending her flying through the air from the resulting shockwave.
Weeks earlier she had kicked out a customer from her shop a few times for trying to steal the Spice that she had for use in one of her kinds of tea. Spice was addicting, yet Kay had thought that the doses that she had in a couple of her teas was small enough for it to not become an issue.
But she was dead wrong.
The man had come back and sought his revenge in a way that she didn't expect. Her own grief and mourning had clouded her mind so much so that she could hardly focus on anything else.
So that was probably why she couldn't see it. Probably why she couldn't even entertain the possibility of revenge being taken for what she figured was something so small....
Kay watched the embers and ashes fall around her like snow, unable to move and unable to even hear. She could only see the fire and feel the growing cold as her body bled out in the grass.
At least there wasn't any physical pain, for a large amount of her nerves were damaged along with some of her vital organs. Her emotional pain was ever present, however, even as everything was getting hazier and hazier, her life seeming to slip away. It was as though she was fading into a dream....
But this wasn't a dream that she could be woken up from.
A couple of tears slid down her cheeks as her eyes lost their focus, the fire reflecting upon them. Her livelihood and everything she owned; destroyed. That was the last thing that she saw.
And for her, in the end, there was no peace....
Weeks earlier she had kicked out a customer from her shop a few times for trying to steal the Spice that she had for use in one of her kinds of tea. Spice was addicting, yet Kay had thought that the doses that she had in a couple of her teas was small enough for it to not become an issue.
But she was dead wrong.
The man had come back and sought his revenge in a way that she didn't expect. Her own grief and mourning had clouded her mind so much so that she could hardly focus on anything else.
So that was probably why she couldn't see it. Probably why she couldn't even entertain the possibility of revenge being taken for what she figured was something so small....
Kay watched the embers and ashes fall around her like snow, unable to move and unable to even hear. She could only see the fire and feel the growing cold as her body bled out in the grass.
At least there wasn't any physical pain, for a large amount of her nerves were damaged along with some of her vital organs. Her emotional pain was ever present, however, even as everything was getting hazier and hazier, her life seeming to slip away. It was as though she was fading into a dream....
But this wasn't a dream that she could be woken up from.
A couple of tears slid down her cheeks as her eyes lost their focus, the fire reflecting upon them. Her livelihood and everything she owned; destroyed. That was the last thing that she saw.
And for her, in the end, there was no peace....