[Calann]: 135.Contest entries.FiveWordsJan

Hmm. A slightly dark interpretation?
For the Five Words contest, January 2007 round. Prompt words bolded.
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I had never seen her in a state like that before. She caressed the piano keys gently, deep in thought, then raised her gaze to me. That small frame, usually so strong, now seemed too vulnerable, fragile, as if she would fall apart from even the lightest touch. I'm not prone to hate, but at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to destroy the person who had made her look at me with those sad, sad eyes. When she told me, haltingly, what she had heard only a few moments before, I felt like something inside me was dying. I still remembered the day when I had been informed of her mother having passed away, her lifeless body having been found in her prayer room, the strong scent of incense drowning out the bitter tang of blood. It was bipolar disorder that had killed her, the despair reaching a point where nothing could bring her back - and now her daughter, my lovely rose, despite all the prayers and wishes, had it too. I could only gather her in my arms and hope it wouldn't be so bad. "You have light in you," I whispered, and for a moment, we both believed.