The wind was gentle and fragrant, blowing strands of wispy hair around her head as if they wished to fly off and go dancing in the light patter of rain outside.
To most, the weather would've seemed gloomy but Sciena found it to be the only time she ever felt any sense of emotion. It was the only time she would feel normality and her only escape from having to put on that commercially fake smile that she wore too often. The same smile she flashed every time the sun was out and the flourescent lights wouldn't be able to hide the sickly tinge to her pale skin.
She was tired of the looks of pity she received from onlookers as they passed by and no matter how hard she tried, they'd ALWAYS notice. She wondered if it was because her skin clung tightly to her bones or if it was due to that fact that her hair had near fallen out or maybe, being the most obvious one, it was because of the oxygen tank she lagged around behind her as if it were her shadow.
'A shadow indeed' she thought in bittersweet narcism, 'a shadow my dying soul as I gradually waste away.'
She couldn't remember when she'd become so morbid and dead to society but she found no reason to dwell upon this thought as it had always been inevitable.
Death was like her long lost, star crossed acquaintance; the one that you see ever so often but never have the guts to confront until it's too late.
She sighed and turned to stare out the window, devoid of emotion. She really did enjoy this weather.
Why?
She supposed it was an escape.
An escape from what?
Life...
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