Rain poured.

The masses gathered in the town square, jeering hysterically.

The air saturated with bloodlust.

Like a pack of hyenas, their hungry eyes bore into the centre of the square.

Atop the wooden platform knelt a ragged figure - a frail, thin figure with crass shoulder-length blonde hair.

Rusty chains shackled her hands and feet.

Clothed in what seemed like a once expensive dress, the young girl held her head down, soundlessly awaiting her fate.

Underneath the mud-stained, tattered dress, hid a hint of faded yellow, a forgotten epitaph to the once glorious form of its master.

Amidst the thundering cacophony of furious, hollering voices, a small sobbing caught her attention.

She lifted her head, instinctively seeking the source of the week, feeble voice.

And their eyes met.

Their pale yellow eyes locked onto each other.

The young boy, wearing a grey hood, with muddied face, knelt near the front of the crowd.

To the others, consumed in exuberant maddened craze, his hunched slender body appeared inconspicuous, passing off easily as a homeless beggar, a common sight in the recent years.

They paid him no attention.

Just a small pebble drowned in a swirling torrent of raw, violent emotions

Yet, to the two of them, the rest of their surroundings faded into the background.

Through their eyes, their souls connected. Their heart beat as one.

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Covering his mouth as raindrops washed down his check, the boy shivered helplessly.

He saw the scars and bruises patterned upon her body.

The red marks of gorged flesh pierced his heart like nails.

But he was helpless, powerless and weak.

She saw his pain.

To her, his smile was like the sun, a single ray of hope and warmth in this savage, ruthless world.

She could not bear to see him so depressed.

How she wished she could comfort him.

How she wished she could feel his cheeks.

How she wished she could tell him that its alright.

Yet the chains bound her to her cold, hard tomb.

Her muscles were torn, her strength had long been sapped.

Her throat hoarse and lips cracked.

Her broken body no longer obeyed her command.

And so she just smiled, like a valiant flower blossoming.

"Let justice be done" - the executioner announced.

The guillotine fell, accompanied by a massive crescendo of jovial cheering.

For an instant, she felt the cold steel sink into the back of her neck.

Then the world spun, as if the sky and earth had swapped places.

A swift death.

She felt no pain, only relief as the darkness embraced her.

As if a weight had been lifted off her chest.

"Please live freely" she prayed for his happiness.

And the rain continued to pour ...