A Bitter Seperation

Eve took the chance when Olga left and entered. garden. For once there was no one to stop her. Would anyone believe it if she said that she felt like someone was calling her there. But that was only a feeling in the gut. When she reached there, the garden had no soul to give her replies.

She kept looking around because she did not know who to ask and what to ask. 

It was only her gut telling her that something was wrong in her life, something was missing and she would find it here. And she had followed that instinct.

Her eyes had burnt in the coldness as the winds had started to cut her outer shell and started to seep into her bones.

"Help me!" She whispered to the tree, "Damien said that you are a messenger to the goddess. Help me goddess, this is the first time I am praying to you." Her voice quivered but she knew it was a foolish act.