Writing prompt 9-27
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Maybe it was the way her eyes looked at me as the life drained from her soul, or maybe it was the way her body went ridged then limp. Either way the only color I can remember was the grey of the sky as the rain poured down around us. It was so empowering, yet a blur of nothingness. I will never forget its cold shoulder. It turned its back to us as she slipped from my life forever.