The soft rays of sun filtered by the sheer curtains showered her body. Morning had come, another day had begun. She groaned at the thought. She stretched her limbs as far as they would reach, rolling her muscles to free the kinks of another sleepless night. Once she felt the muscles relax she rolled out of bed, her feet hitting the cold stone floor with a slap. The cold rippled across her skin, giving her goosebumps as she freed herself from the tangled mess of soft cotton sheets. With a sigh, she walked to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of hot, pungent coffee. She wouldn't be surprised if by now her bloodstream was entirely caffeine, because that is what she had been surviving on for months now. Ever since, what happened had happened.
With the warm mug of sustenance in hand, she opened the door to her balcony and stepped into the sunlight. It almost burned her with its warmth, something that was foreign to her. She had gotten so accustomed to being cold, void, numb. The tall skyscrapers glistened as the rising sun hit their rigid edges. She hated morning most. Morning meant another day, another start. Another day that she would have to walk the earth knowing time wasn't hers anymore. She loathed the way the sun slowly rose until its burning heat was above her head. This didn't stop her from watching it every day though. It was her punishment in a way. For the mistakes she had made, the pain she had caused, the curse that had been put upon her. When the ball of fire had risen to its throne, she went back inside to the cold, stark interior of the prison she called home.
The concrete floors cooled the balls of her feet, the grey walls calmed her soul. As she stepped into the shower, the icy water cascading down her body she didn't breathe. She couldn't. She focused on each drop as it hit her skin, the slight prickle of cold that she had become so accustomed to. When she was sufficiently clean, she turned the faucet off. The water that dripped off of her stained the concrete floors as she walked to the rack for a towel. She stared at the mirror at her wet, shivering form.
The cold making her skin turn a rosy pink, the water making her blonde hair appear dark. She hardly recognized herself anymore, since what happened, had happened. Her blue eyes no longer held the spark they once had. They had duled to a soft grey, but that was to be expected. At least that's what they had told her. They hadn't warned of the neverending pain, the neverending void she couldn't seem to get rid of.
No matter what she did, no matter who she did, the empty pit that filled her chest couldn't be filled. Her heart no longer thumped, blood no longer pumped, so she guessed it made sense that she no longer felt alive. It made sense she no longer had the emotions she so dearly longed for. Love, hate, desire, fear, she would take it all back if it meant she could feel again. She would do anything to just feel something. But she couldn't, after all she didn't really exist did she? She was a shell, a shadow, a passing breeze. A figment of the past that was erased with a single event.
