Portrait of a girl (editing)

Remus found himself curious that she seemed leagues different than he himself felt. His body ached with every movement and he'd done his best to contain his temper, a feat that had proven difficult when even the smallest sounds screamed like nails on a chalkboard and then there was that damnable scent of Lilac's and Vanilla...

(contains dark themes, please read at your own risk!)
(cross posted.)