Inner Me

Prolouge

The snow swirled around Trinity as she bent down. Her frail, frozen fingers picking up what was left of the golden locket. The flooding feeling of fear and sadness ran through her darkened veins. All of a sudden, the world went dark and she was left there to reminisce. The thoughts that shouldn't be contemplated by a 17 year old screamed inside of her to be released. Whispers all around her; vision clouding and hands shaking. The small, broken chain and clasp remained in her now light blue hands. She stared at it with so much love, yet the small trinket held so much hate. She turned to walk inside, the crisp snow crunching under her boots. Trinity wrapped her arms around herself as she walked up the porch steps and into the once occupied home.

The fire was crackling, being the only sound to echo through-out the now empty room. Finn's scent still lingered in the empty home, along with the scent of burning wood. A small, solace feeling began to embrace Trinity. She hung her scarf and coat upon the rack next to the door, and tossed the broken trinket onto the marble counter. The locket made a small "clink" noise as it fell upon the hard surface. Trinity frowned as she walked into the home to warm by the fire. Memories of being entangled in Finn's thin, pale arms flooded through her mind. The scent of her perfume and the way that her long, auburn hair fell over her shoulders. The pad of her thumb running over Trinity's soft, tan skin as she hummed quietly to herself. Trinity missed that feeling. She wasn't able to comprehend how just days ago it was her and Finn against the world, and now it was the two lovers against each other. Trinity jumped, being startled as a knock on the door quickly hauled her from her thoughts.