Mar 17, 2014
~ari-theavianamerican~
Nothing to do, nothing to see, nowhere to go, no one to meet. Alone, afraid, lonely. Sometimes she felt rejected as well, for who would want her, the freak who moved things with her mind and hurt people with that power when her emotions were out of control? Lost in her thoughts, Wynter walked down the street, hands in her pockets. She wasn't paying attention and soon collided with someone else. "Oh, um, I'm so sorry, I didn't um, see you..." she hurried to get out, though she stumbled over her words.