she was beautiful

~ one ~

     Sonya was alone. Like always. Walking down the street on a cold night. Everything was such a mess. Everything. It all started with Nikolai. She thought she had loved him. She thought. Dolokhov always had an interest in her, but she would always push him away.

     "That idiot.." Sonya muttered under her breath. She didn't know where she was headed, anywhere from here. A flower was gripped tightly in her hand that she held very close next to her body. A red rose, a common tradition in her family, stemming from one of her ancestors names.
     She gripped the flower close to her. Why did everything have to go wrong? Sonya sat down on a bench nearby, and cried. Cried for almost an hour. Until tears couldn't come. No one was here, no one could see her. At least she thought.
     "Excuse me?" A voice called from the darkness. Sonya jumped back and gripped the flower even harder.
     "Who's there?" Sonya called back, terrified. Has someone been spying on her?
     "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" a face came into view. A girl, fairly tall, wearing a small black and white dress. A large necklace with a cross was draped around her neck. She was beautiful.
     "Oh, uh, hello" Sonya mumbled. She was taken back by this girl. Her shaky hand gestured for her to sit down on the bench, and so she did.
     "I guess I should introduce myself. My names Mary Bolkonsky. I was walking around here and happened to notice you. I'm sorry if I seem creepy or something.." The girl told her. Bolkonsky. She had heard that name before, probably from Nikolai or Dolokhov.
     Sonya stayed quiet. Who was this stranger? She couldn't trust just anyone. She had learned her lesson before. Mary stayed quiet too. However, Sonya felt like they were connecting. She kind of wanted to talk to her. Her mind told her to stop, that it was too dangerous, but her heart told her to go.
     Sonya wrapped her arms around Mary in a tight hug. Mary was obviously confused, but she didn't pull away. Mary's face turned as red as the flower Sonya had now dropped onto the wet, barren pavement. The freezing wind whirred past them, shaking nearby bushes and making the sound of rustling leaves.
     It was like the world had stopped spinning. That every single person on the entire planet just stopped in the moment. All that mattered was the two girls, alone in the middle of the night. When they finally pulled away, they were quiet.
     "I-I have to go." Mary stuttered, and ran into the distant fog of the night.