AlluringRose
Graceful Rose
It seemed as if the strands of her hair withered, much like a flower without sustenance, as her arms dropped uselessly to the side. It wasn't any wonder why he had rejected her sudden desire to be affectionate. It wasn't a wonder to her either as she noticed the strange, confused expression marring his face, her shoulders inexplicably stiff and smaller than they seemed before. Every inch of her hair and every colored speck of her hairs changed back to their original colors, the colors she always had whenever she didn't have the desire to feel anything at all. She wasn't sad; rather, she came to the realization that it was still better not feel, for her emotions were way too abnormal for the average person anyway. She'd seem crazy, insane, uncontrollable, and there wasn't anything she could do about it but kill them and take control of herself once more.
As he thanked her, she was seemingly shook out of her thoughts, blinking a few times before she turned to look at him, eyes losing their disquieted edge. Her brows drew together softly. "Yes...You're welcome, I suppose," she said, perturbed by this sudden change of composure that she was sure had nothing to do with the heat seeping out of her. She began to grow confused, nearly unable to reciprocate the smiles he gave as her thoughts became preoccupied, grey eyes not quite focused. She was in her own little world, the ground suddenly more interesting than anything else she'd ever witnessed as she twirled her fingers around a single strand of hair.
But just as her lips opened to make light of the situation, she flinched as a high pitched noise rang in her ear, the sound painful almost. Though no words were exchanged with her from that ear piece, she knew that it was time to leave her companion, if she could even call him that.
"I, uh," she pointed to her ear piece," I have to go," her words sounding small and quiet, and possibly sad if you squinted. She eyed him for a moment longer, wanting to say more, but she knew what she looked like in his eyes--uncontrollable and strange. Without another word, she turned away, the flames beneath her soles flickering weakly as the pressure carried her a few mere inches up into the air.
