Soaking wet, lying on the cold, wet ground, she knew she’d end up there. Spending her days staring at clocks, wishing for things she didn’t have and regretting things of her past, sleeping only to dream about the life she craved; her fate was so clear. Who knows what triggered it…
Minutes before, she was leaning against the window of her apartment building, sheltered from the rain, smoking her last cigarette. There she was. Big dark eyes, seemingly tranced, staring out into an abyss. She looked as if she was mindlessly glaring at her reflection in a mirror, completely ignoring her worth. Strangers walking by could feel her emptiness conquer their surrounding. Dropping her cigarette on the ground, she began walking towards the gates, neglecting the rain; that foreign mask stayed on. She began pacing faster. And faster. Running toward that empty field, tears swelled up in her emotionless eyes. Looking almost crazed, she threw her body on the damp ground, surrendering herself to the night’s suffocating grip.
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