Taylor Eras Stories

Rash, Remembrance, Ruin - Evermore (Angst)

CW: (Violent?) S*cidal Thoughts, Dissociating(?), Self-Harm

!Semi-Canon!

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My feet felt numb by this point; skin succumbing to the scathing frost of water - specks of stardust glooming over what I could only assume as snow. It felt of it, looked of it, smelt of it: a well thought out conclusion especially with being the season of winter. 

Snow.

Snow...

Winter.

An old tale from a memory I dare not to say out loud. Lorie would argue it stemmed of childhood trauma - never wanting to remember. I say it's simply from growing older: the mind cannot fathom every waking moment after all. I can't remember every single step I took yesterday or even an hour ago. 

A silly conclusion. 

She was always so much more emotional. 

A soft hum could be heard through my ears, although I had never heard the wind making that sound before it was plausible; it sounded of home. That made sense, considering I sat at an antiquated remembrance: my childhood home.

Long since abandoned - although perhaps a family of raccoons nestled in its corners to hide from the glacial temperatures. 

Childish, foolish thought of mine. And yet, comforted me - not that I needed it. 

Numbness was normal with how long I dipped my feet into the waters; although perhaps I should've taken them out sooner. 

The entire skin was pale.

Frostnip.

The stage before frostbite.

To be honest I was quite lucky no nerve damage did sustain. It was stupid of me to put myself in that position. 

Yet, I wanted it. I could not explain why: but maybe I just didn't care enough.

Haze exited my throat when I exhaled: straightening as I got up.

Condensation of water vapor.

I slid my boots back on - faux fur wrapping its warmth around senseless. 

I was gone for too long anyways, I might worry someone if I stay any longer.

That was also a stupid conclusion. 

Maybe Lorie or Lover would care.

Maybe Reputation or Midnights would notice. 

My car wasn't too far: about ten minutes from what I counted on my way here. 

Why my family decided to settle near a lake in the middle of nowhere when I was young was beyond me. No neighbors, no friends, no school. Well, homeschool counts.

Plush white comforted my steps as I walked off the pier; avoiding all its slick ice underneath. 

My neck was protected from the barrier of my hair when the wind blew - a soft breeze this time. 

Although for some reason I could not explain I heard that familiar reminiscence of home.

Windchimes.

My head shot back, examining the wooden cottage and as I had thought no instrument was playing the tune. Yet I still heard it.

Gentle. Beautiful. Melodic.