We Are

"We're snowflakes, you and I," she says, flicking the ash off her cigarette out the open window, "falling and twirling through emptiness, without a fucking purpose." She shudders and pulls the timeworn jacket tighter around her narrow shoulders. "Tumbling into nothing until we melt or freeze. Either we die or we hurt somebody. That's just plain bloody human nature."

Laoel wishes things were different. She wishes she had another life. She wishes that she wasn't lost. She wishes that she had a choice.

But she doesen't. Nobody ever does...