Heavy clouds traced across the horizon, sending the promised snow that would turn Seattle into a white city for a couple of days, weeks maybe, before the rain would wash it away again. The sun shone with all itâs might onto the earth, but no where near strong enough to warm up the freezing wind that blew through her blonde curls, causing the thin female to shudder in the cold air. Deep blue eyes stared emotionless onto the ocean, watching the heavy wind towering up the water before it crashed brutally and with itâs whole force against the shore. Nobody could stand against the force of water, the waves would pull her in, make her disappear, until nobody would find her again. It was a scary thought, yet it gave the blonde comfort for some odd reason. Life had thrown nothing but hate at her. Everyone that was supposed to be good, was ripped away from her hands, like sand it disappeared between her slim fingers, impossible to hold onto it. She had lost her career, her health, the love of her life and suffered under a near death experience. One would think after escaping death they would find more joy in living. But for Lyvia it turned out to be the opposite, suddenly death seemed more tempting than living, what was there to live for anyway? Nothing seemed worth of it anymore. Everyday was another day filled with misery, filled with the fight of pretending that everything was okay, when it wasnât. Faking a smile, looking into peopleâs eyes and convincing them that she was okay, that she was doing great. Eyelids fluttered close, leaning into the cold wind that gave her the feeling of flying, flying away, out of her own body, escaping this world, this life, this misery. It was just her, the calming noise of the ocean and the wind.
She wasnât sure how long she sat there, on the brick wall, outside the city. It was a unexpected noise of footsteps that caused Lyvia to open her crystal clear, blue eyes again. Her sight fell immediately on a male, not too far away, walking somewhat lost along the street. She watched him quietly for a few minutes. Taking in every oh so small movement of his, the way he was dressed, the way he behaved, it all seemed a little odd. Bringing the almost empty bottle of Whiskey to her lips she took another sip from it before she jumped in a somewhat clumsy manner off the wall. ângh s-stop spinningâŠâ She mumbled more or less to herself, placing her cold palm onto her heated forehead in attempt to stop her surrounding to move in an unnatural way around her. It took a moment for her vision to become clear enough again to fixate the male. âHeyâŠâ She said in a normal tone, walking slowly towards him.Â
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