@for-a-prxce || starter call
Ophelia leaned her head back against a beam of a bridge. She was weary. The world around her was so unrecognizable to the one she’d known before. She adjusted as well as she could and as quickly as she could, but everything seemed futile in the end. She stared out at the water, gleaming in the dead of night. The few people that passed by her seemed to pay her no attention or wore a concerned expression and nothing more. She knew what they thought she was planning on doing, but there would be no such luck for something like that.
She glanced again as someone walked behind her. She quickly learned while sitting there that the footsteps unsettled her, Samuel’s footsteps to snuff out the lives of her siblings being glued to the forefront of her mind. She always found herself waiting for the screams. Again, she learned that acknowledging the passerby kept her from getting lost somewhere in that memory. Brown eyes made eye contact with the stranger passing the bridge. She smiled like the southern lady she formerly was. “Nice night”













