A sigh escapes her lips, the rain pouring down around her. Thunder booms and lightning strikes, though she takes no action. She faces up towards the grey skies, closing her eyes as the rain hit her delicate brown skin. She allows the sounds to take her away from everything, away from the messy motel standing behind her, away from the sinful places surrounding her.
Wind blows roughly, her pale dress whipping around in it. She was one with the storm, her pent up emotions draining as the thunder rumbled and lightning struck. Rose bushes surround her, rustling in the wind, the thorns shiny with rain.
She no longer feels the chaos of the storm around her. She's gone, gone, gone, away from all of her least favorite things. Away from it all.
YOU ARE READING
your least favorite things
Randoma story i wrote on impulse while listening to p!atd lmao
