photo along with this quote from Frank Herbert: "There is no real ending. It's just the place where you stop the story."
She crumpled to the stairs, grasping the iron balustrade as she fell, clinging to it, praying that this wasn't the end, that it wasn't over. She needed one more chance to make things right. But inside, she knew the truth. Because even as she formed her prayer, her heart tore open, unleashing its store of hopes, desires, and fears. The hopes and desires shoved their way out, fleeing from such an unworthy vessel, dripping as tears onto the hard stone below. But the fears, smiling, remained.
The heavens above, sensing her anguish, broke their dam. Rain poured down, relentlessly washing away the evidence of her tears, of her failure, as though neither had ever existed. She slowly sat up and tilted her face to the sky, allowing the rain to cleanse her soul of its fear as it had her hopes and desires from the stone beneath her.
As the rain began to ease, she realized this was not the ending. It was just the place to stop this story.
She rose slowly to her feet. It was time for a new story to begin, and this time, she would not fail.