"How long does forever feel?" The words hover in the air after passing
from her lips. She laughs softly, while warm sensations cause streaks of
water and salt to form down her cheeks. This stings the bruise on the
left one, while the droplets cause the gray of her shirt to form spots
of darkness.
Huddled in the cold, she curses her luck. Finally
away from the one who causes such pains, but also having nowhere left
else to go. Such was the nature of what his control had been. She's
stuck on a old wooden bench, half covered in snow she's either too numb
to notice, or too cold to care to brush off. Her hair is long, straight,
and a rich dark brown, and almost pretty. It is silky and smooth, free
of tangles, but a bit mussed up. Her dark eyes squeeze shut, trying to
block out the cold, and to stop the tears. She had only a thin gray
tank-top and a pair of jean shorts to cover her from the cold. But it's
the dead of winter, and she knows she can't stay here for long.
A
quiet voice draws her from her thoughts. "I would guess forever feels a
bit tiresome." The person replied, and she peeked her eyes open.
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