Screams of the Heart

The submission I was working on for today needs a little more research, consideration, and editing. I discovered this old flash fiction and punched it up for you. What do you think?

The brunette screams. She screams so loud that her very heart will burst. These screams will never penetrate thick strong walls. Her mournful tones shall never reverberate through his ears and make his heart echo the ache of her own. She will never be free. The sun shall never lighten her dark tresses again.

It seems only moments since he last held her. It felt as if his lips still pressed hers. Yet her heart shattered in a single moment from his words, so soft and then so harsh, all in an instant.

"I love you, but the kingdom must never know."

He pushed her away and whistled softly. As she protested, two guards appeared and grabbed her wrists. They wrapped her in a dark cloth and rode with her to this place. She does not know this place. She looks but sees no means of escape. Does it matter? She does not know which direction leads home. No, none of this matters at all. All that matters is that she can still scream.

She can scream and forget to try to understand. She can scream and forget she was ever loved. She can scream into eternity with no one to hear. She can scream and let those screams drown out all else including the sorrowful patter of her heartbeat. Thus she screams as her dark hair falls to cover her face. Thick stone walls cover her screams until blood seeps up from her raw throat and silences her at last.