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Poor lady Ann
The time has ran out. The seconds seem to no longer pass. I count my heart beats, I count the moments left.
'My lady'What are we going to do? Where are we going to go?'
I stare at the poor old woman, but I'm not really looking at her. My eyes are empty and my heart seems to be far away'
'My Spouse ! My husband! My husband is dead.'
'My lady!' yelled the poor woman in shock. They are all fussing, patting my face, lifting me up from the floor. But I didn't faint.
'My lady_'
'How could he?! How could he?!' I yell, but it's in vain. No one can hear me. He's not coming back.
'Oh, God, My God!'
I whisper falling to my knees'my hands in my mouth to stifle the silent sobs. My heart is crying in despair.
'God, hear me! You took my husband by the hands of my child! Oh God hear me, I will revenge. There's nothing I still have left'There's nothing I still fear'Not even you''
I shout up at the sky. My fist clenched, raised above my head. He is going to pay.