Snow...
A soft sigh escaped into the depths of the wind, being carried away into the mysteries of the world in a puff of white. The streets were fairly quiet in the twilight of the afternoon, nothing but clouds decorating the sky above that blanketed the already dimly lit streets. A woman trudged through the streets with a book in her hands, ocean eyes glued to the text that created an army of words page for page. Pale blonde hair swayed in the soft traces of wind as the cold encased each living soul, protected from the chilling weather with a green sweater and long black skirt with leggings adding as protection underneath. Red rimmed glasses with smudged lenses gleamed in the passing lights above, the figure lost in the knowledge of the book weaving around the people cruising her way.
Sora appreciated any distraction that could be grasped, allowing her the opportunity to jump into a safe haven away from her morbid thoughts. To avoid the crushing tides of her ignored thoughts and emotions, the woman was out of the prison that was her home to take in any amount of fresh air she possibly could before she found herself on the doorstep again. Despite the dry skin causing irritation to spur on her hands, the woman ignored the temptation to bare her nails along the skin to cause anymore damage further. She never did take care of herself and was suffering the consequences unknowingly among the world, and yet all at once she didn't provide a single care.
She just wanted to lose herself.
Reaching an opening where there was a little circular space of benches, the woman decided to take seat without so much as a thought. With a prompt huff that birthed another puff of white wind, Sora simply brushed off whatever brand of dirt from the world she felt before focusing on the novella in her grasp with a subtle brush of her thumb to the next page. The outside world didn't exist to her in these moments for she was alone and escaping into a world that didn't exist. Yet in the back of her head, the terrible thoughts were simply waiting to pounce onto her subconscious when the distraction before her was ripped away. It was a shadow lurking everywhere she went.
All it took was one force in the world to distract her.
A soft sigh escaped into the depths of the wind, being carried away into the mysteries of the world in a puff of white. The streets were fairly quiet in the twilight of the afternoon, nothing but clouds decorating the sky above that blanketed the already dimly lit streets. A woman trudged through the streets with a book in her hands, ocean eyes glued to the text that created an army of words page for page. Pale blonde hair swayed in the soft traces of wind as the cold encased each living soul, protected from the chilling weather with a green sweater and long black skirt with leggings adding as protection underneath. Red rimmed glasses with smudged lenses gleamed in the passing lights above, the figure lost in the knowledge of the book weaving around the people cruising her way.
Sora appreciated any distraction that could be grasped, allowing her the opportunity to jump into a safe haven away from her morbid thoughts. To avoid the crushing tides of her ignored thoughts and emotions, the woman was out of the prison that was her home to take in any amount of fresh air she possibly could before she found herself on the doorstep again. Despite the dry skin causing irritation to spur on her hands, the woman ignored the temptation to bare her nails along the skin to cause anymore damage further. She never did take care of herself and was suffering the consequences unknowingly among the world, and yet all at once she didn't provide a single care.
She just wanted to lose herself.
Reaching an opening where there was a little circular space of benches, the woman decided to take seat without so much as a thought. With a prompt huff that birthed another puff of white wind, Sora simply brushed off whatever brand of dirt from the world she felt before focusing on the novella in her grasp with a subtle brush of her thumb to the next page. The outside world didn't exist to her in these moments for she was alone and escaping into a world that didn't exist. Yet in the back of her head, the terrible thoughts were simply waiting to pounce onto her subconscious when the distraction before her was ripped away. It was a shadow lurking everywhere she went.
All it took was one force in the world to distract her.
