Thunder struck suddenly, casting a shadow of which anyone would consider to be an omen of death. But, to this one girl, she welcomed it with her arms wide open. For she had seen and had enough of the troubles of living.
Blinking once, she screamed for death, for when lightening had struck a second time she had viewed not the shadow, but him. As she pleaded for death once more, she thought to herself “This is the last time”.
Suddenly, she then withdrew a knife from the floor and thrusted it into her bosom as lightening had struck for a final time.