Ezlynn's eyes shoot open and cold sweat drips down her brow, her body bolts up to face the dreary cream walls of her bedroom. She mutters to herself "Crap crap crap crap cra-", however then interrupted by the sight of moving trucks outside her grimy window.
She remains stationary for a few seconds, debating with herself whether she actually cares or not. Her curiosity wins her over, driving the young girl to waltz over to the window, peering at what acts out around her.
A young man with blonde hair, and gorgeous tanned skin dotted with freckles is stood chatting to the moving guys, hands on hips and a smile that could light up an alleyway. She finds herself twiddling with the curtains in wonder: in curiosity. Not often does she find something or someone that makes her care enough to question, but this man has captured her and she's interested. She's hopeful. "Maybe something new is the god forsaken place?" she mutters under faint breath.
She continues to daunt at him, until she hears a thud..
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At the end of the line
Short StoryFor the past five years of Ezlynn life, she's felt like ending it all. She's a 20 year old alcoholic who always seems to find one way or another to miss opportunities for herself. She searches for reason to live until she finds one.. 19 year old Col...
