She breathed the moment in.
Her soul ached; a wretched feeling that one does their best to never contemplate.
It rested on the soft part, in the centre of her torso.
At the bottom of her ribcage, just below her breasts and above her abdomen.
She closed her eyes against the rain to find only more pain
And tears fell as if the pain were still fresh and the news still new
Veins washed with questions that could never be asked; answers that could never be given
And then she exhaled.