Moonlight

Tempted by fate and seduced by unfortunate circumstances, she delicately lowered herself into the shallow glimmering waves. The twilight hid her distress and tear stained ghostly complexion, reducing her to a mere shadow, a ghostly figure not quite real which would inevitabley provoke curiousity. Yet there was no danger of that coming around, she was in ultimate solitude, people were rarely glanced by here. A barren landscape containing only lone trees which branches individual perishing birds occasionally clung to and the river which she intended would secure her fate.
Startled by the temperature she hastily removed herself, and idily sat on the river- bank conteplating her next movements. Glancing back for a mere second, she removed all traces of doubt concerning her intention from her mind and again approached the river with caution. Elegantly, she braved the cold and flung her frail body onto the glittering waves, and struggled to keep afloat before her tiny feet reached the bottom.
Once she had waded far out she hesitated as she recalled in despair the previous events which had inclined her towards this. Subsequently, this increased her determination and she thrust her frail form beneath the waves, and was inseced by the result. Burdened instead of weightless, again she was deterred and, clambering onto the riverbank, she tore of her jacket and begun to unlace her corset top but stopped, terrified of the freezing temperature she would have to endure. Gently approaching the river she slipped into death gracefully, willingly surrendering her delicate frame to the fierce waves.
‘Well I suppose you're lost,' Claudia commented sarkily as she and her partner wandered over the barren landscape. ‘Christ...' Her complexion grew colourless.
The rivers glittering waves held no secrets, unashamed it exposed a limp body, a wilted lily, pale and slender. Floating like Ophelia, a distressed scarred youth for whom life failed.
‘What the...' Her partner edged closer.
Claudia's rough fingers clutched an abandoned jacket, and riffled through the pockets, distressed she withdrew a thin notebook.
‘Give me that,' He tore it from her grasp.
‘What are you doing? It's very dis-respectful,'
An argument errupted, the notebook lay forgotten on the riverbank, similar to the deseceased figure forgotten. Etched on the front page of the notebook ‘Life is a shattered dream.' A forgotten victim, ignored by those who didn't comprehend her situation until she finally drowned her sorrows and herself. A lingering shadow in the moonlight, soon to disintegrate.