Slipping Control

Seeing Jura’s condition, Kyra stifled a whimper as her sadness bled in the air. She felt like she was in a dense and heavy gray fog. If she felt so desolate, she couldn’t even comprehend Jura’s condition. Her heart was like a fragile glass ornament which had shattered into a thousand pieces and she was trying to collect those pieces to shape it back, but failing miserably. The quiet ache of her so