She cried.

Tonight, Chantel cried, for his lost, her lost.
Every word that creep into her heart, tears.
They will come back, yes they will.
Doesn't matter if you don't understand for you don't have to.
You will when it's your time to know.

Tonight, Chantel remembered, beauty chase
The promised that was made, the convenant.
Her maker, her dreams,
His Child, His assurance
The reason, she keeps going.
Keeps going.

So immensely beautiful, it breaks her heart
how can it be?
The nights of long walks
The comforting silence
Lost. And so, she cries.