She was the soothing wind on a typical summer day. Her hair caressed by the gentle breeze, she didn't bother much though, it was a playfully schemed sight. She walked on the snowy road, longing for someone to walk beside her, maybe it was just the feeling of not being alone that'd give her courage, courage to move forward. But didn't she already have it in her? The distressed bruises on her bony little hands shielded her from the outside world, abominating pain didn't seem to come her way, it was the majestic way in which she held herself. The wind stopped by now.
