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Post by daria maeve longbottom on Dec 8, 2011 16:44:03 GMT -5
 Miss Daria Longbottom sat behind the castle, her back up against the cold, stone wall. The breeze gently rustled her dark, wavy hair and nipped at her cheeks and fingers. The girl wrapped her robe around herself. If it wasn't for the wind, one would thing that it was a lovely Spring day. Puffy, white clouds were strewn about the sky whose color matched the sixth year's eyes. Rummaging through her pocket inside of her robe, Daria pulled out a cigarette and her lighter. It was the first time in a while that she had both of them- at the same time. It was always one or the other. The drugs clouded her memory often. Placing the cigarette between her thin, pink lips, she cupped her hand around it to guard the flame from the breeze as she lit it. Sucking in, she took a deep breath in, holding the smoke in her chest before exhaling upward into the sky. She watched as the gray dissolved into the blue, disappearing without a trace. Daria tilted her head back, closing her eyes and taking another drag before removing the cigarette from her lips and closed her eyes. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, letting the fag dangle loosely from her thin fingers. She inhaled the fresh air, relaxing her mind. It was a lovely day outside, why had she never taken the chance to really soak it in before? Why did she always feel the need to get high or drink? Why did she always ignore the little beautiful things in life?
wearing;; coming soon
music;; Reinventing Your Exit- Underoath
notes;; please forgive my lack of paragraphs, i wrote this during my art class. |
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