.:PaF- Letting Go:.The sky was streaked with purple and pink hues as Isabella opened up the balcony door to her room. She peered out at the late summer afternoon, the heat still intense as the summer and the salty tears that had stained her cheeks still fresh. She had cried for so long, and now it was time to let go. He had found another. He didn't want her anymore, if he ever did.She let her hair flow in a raven curtain as she gripped the balcony's rail with her free hand. In her other hand she held a picture of her lost love, with the kindest of eyes, pools of deep and content blue, and red shaggy hair that drooped just barely tickling the back of his neck:
Now that's a real brother right there