Joyeful
[Tinnitus]
Along a rainy street in the dark night, Willow leaned her head back against a graffitied wall, letting the rain soak her, and wash her tears away.
How had this happened to her?
Of all people, she had been worth more than that every-other-day text, worth more than the double takes when he realized it was her.
Worth more than all the silent words that had never been said.
So now she was outside, alone, a backpack full of the only belongings she honestly cared for or needed with her, and freezing cold- though that had sort of become her norm as her emotions became more and more closed off to her.
She sort of hated that, that her body literally responded to how she was feeling at the moment- when she was happy, a lovely springtime sort of complexion, with strawberry-blonde hair. Angry, all the reds came into play. Sad? Hair dark, skin a sort of pallid tone. Numb? Her whole complexion was a sort of gray- that had only happened once. And cold- how she looked right now. Pale blonde, getting blonder by the minute, albino-pale skin, freezing white-blue eyes.
Willow could honestly never remember a time she had been happy, and even if she could, definitely not recently.
By far, she had never been colder.
How had this happened to her?
Of all people, she had been worth more than that every-other-day text, worth more than the double takes when he realized it was her.
Worth more than all the silent words that had never been said.
So now she was outside, alone, a backpack full of the only belongings she honestly cared for or needed with her, and freezing cold- though that had sort of become her norm as her emotions became more and more closed off to her.
She sort of hated that, that her body literally responded to how she was feeling at the moment- when she was happy, a lovely springtime sort of complexion, with strawberry-blonde hair. Angry, all the reds came into play. Sad? Hair dark, skin a sort of pallid tone. Numb? Her whole complexion was a sort of gray- that had only happened once. And cold- how she looked right now. Pale blonde, getting blonder by the minute, albino-pale skin, freezing white-blue eyes.
Willow could honestly never remember a time she had been happy, and even if she could, definitely not recently.
By far, she had never been colder.
