&. POSY HAWTHORNE. ( @posxisms ♥’D THIS )
Locks of golden blonde fall from where they had been draped across her shoulder only moments ago. She moves through the seam, her heart heavy as she stares at the houses that look as though a strong wing could cause them to fall. She never blinks. Strained fingers reach up to comb through knotted locks before and she lets out a sigh dripping with sleep. If it wasn’t already apparent by the purple ring around the eyes, her tousled hair that was normally strung up in a pony tail certainly gave hints as to how high her stress levels. Her only friend had been shipped off a few days ago. Sent to face the same fate that took her aunts life. She’d been giving her condolences to those who knew her, and the next house was the Hawthorne’s. Their family was twice the size of hers, and yet their home was four times as small. With guilt and shame her hand rose, knocking twice against their door.
