[✖]—;; With a single flutter of worn pages, the science fiction endeavor she had undertook turned into a burden on her mind -- The ideas proposed by the fictional characters were simply too outrageous to even comprehend. Slender fingers traced the inked-on words, her nail rubbing against the smooth paper. Nothing but the thin indent would remain, as the teenager had to restrain herself from ripping particularly awful pages right out from the red thread of the binding.
[✖]—;; Putting the book down slowly, Nayuta took deep breaths through gritted teeth, attempting to ease the pounding in her head, as the book was discarded with a fling of the hand. Surely she would hear about that rash action later, but she didn't mind. Immediately, her feet made swift movements over the pavement, slowing to a walk when she realized how heavy her breathing was. Dark orbs glanced coldly at the people around her, hands dropping to her sides. It was a particularly hard feeling for her to cope with: alienation. Even with he fact that she normally inflicted the feeling upon herself. Nayuta lifted up her wrist, pale from artificial pigments and under-exposure to the sun, numbers and corresponding bars drilled into her skin, the contrast was significant, and she distastefully put her arm back at her side. She moved her eyes over to a storefront window, making eye contact with a couple of patrons.
