A Month.

Thirty days.

For some it is enough time for healing. Whether the wounds be physical or emotional.

While for others it is enough time for vengeance and anger to burrow deeply into one's heart. Causing the heart to turn black and cold. Cold as stone.

For Kyle a month was well spent rekindling his love to Alison. It was also enough time to finally make peace with his mother.

For Andrew it was spent being with Melanie and to confess his undying love for her. It was also spent helping Samantha through her depression after losing her boyfriend.

For Daniel it was well spent with his mother. It was also time spent recovering from his mental and physical wounds that he had received from Steven.

For James it was spent realizing that he was not alone in the world and that there were people who cared about him. This thinking allowed him to open his heart to a love that he would never be possible.

But for Tessla a month was long enough for plans of revenge. It was long enough to make her heart black and cold. She had a month to dwell on 'him' and 'his death.' A month spent in weeping and planning. A month's worth of tears and blackness.

A month.
In a month's time flowers bloom and die.
Love blossoms and grows.
Life is lived and spent.

Thirty days.
Revenge is sought and planned.
Hearts cry and die.
Bonds are broken and never mended.