She drank down her grief like it was the finest red wine. As if the purest blood. After a while, you can never tell the difference between pleasure and pain.
Strolling around an unknown city late at night, drunk, was one thing. She hated the unknown. The darkness. She despised it all because she was afraid. But there's nothing really wrong with stepping over your boundaries a little, especially if you have nothing to lose.
When you have a flight in approximately 50 minutes, however.
That is another story.
A lifelong cycle of toxicity had finally come to an end. But why was she still not happy?
Shouldn't she be on her way back home to enjoy freedom instead of walking through a street in the middle of nowhere, knowing she was going to miss her flight if she wasn't fast enough?
But still, all she did was hope to stay drunk forever.
To Walk around freely with nothing in her mind.
It's not as bad as it sounds, really.
Because over a year ago, just the smell of alcohol made her want to throw up. The sound of walking around while unaware of your surroundings scared her. She would never have the guts to do that.
But she had just gotten off a hell of a ride.
She was someone who would rather stay in her comfort zone, even if it meant freezing to death than go outside to collect wood to light a fire and keep warm because the fire inside of her had always burned bright enough to keep her warm.
But now, she has nothing.
Unconsciously, she turned a sharp corner. The icy prick of the wind bit into her face as she changed directions, eyes focused on the ground below her feet. Gloved hands stuffed deep into the warm pockets of her raincoat, she crossed the road.
There was a loud, piercing noise that cut through the still air as she lifted her head up, slowly. A blinding light was coming closer as seconds passed. She could have run to the other side, to safety, if she wanted to.
If she wanted to.
But she didn't.
Instead, she stood in the middle of the road, eyes fixed on the white light as it came ever so close. Her eyes screwed shut as it blinded her.
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Fanfiction❝Time will never slow down, not even when something unpleasant lies ahead...❞ This was one of the quotes Lenora had taken to heart the moment she laid her eyes upon it. Harry Potter taught her many things in life, You see, despite being just a ficti...
