ENTER THE DEPTHS
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Detroit, the City of ancient vehicular technology. What brought her here? Why did she feel the desire to come here? To be fair, it was only a couple hundred miles from her birth town. This area of America she knew well. She had visited here a few times, as a kid. Before everything went to hell. Before her live was turn upside down. Those times held fondly within her, held closely to her core person.
They were also the same memories that made her bitter, angry. They made her hate.
It was an emotion that came to her all too often, lately. She quickly became familiar with it. The girl who could not hate a single person before, the girl who held love and peace so close to her heart. That girl was beginning to hate.
Shut in her own mind, she ventured the streets of the bustling city. It was miraculous how people seemed to exist in blissful ignorance. They'd go on about their dreary day. Maybe the color was already gone from their lives. Maybe the vibrant hues all faded to black in the end for these people, too, just like her.
Still, she seethed, walking with no direction, purpose. Her hate needed a direction, her frustration needed a target; Someone like that Alex person. It may have been her fault, but he handled it like a real thug.
In her self reflection, she hadn't realized her aimless wanderings had her tailing another, not until this person spoke out to her at least. At first, it was hard to register that he had spoken to her. With chromatic eyes that flickered between an emerald green and a viscious crimson, she slowly shifted her gaze to star at him. Bags under her eyes showed of a girl who had not much sleep in the recent weeks. They were darkened and her eyelids drooped lazily, like she might have been half asleep. However it was more true that she was simply exhausted, emotionally, mentally, physically. Her nightmares had no end, they perpetuated on through her dreams, her waking hours even. They did not cease, they did not end, they did not stop.
She did not reply to his words. Such a comment did not warrant a reaction, right? Clearly he was wrong, and even as she furrowed her brow in a mild irritation, she did not care to strike up a conversation with him. Indeed, she had not been in a talkative mood, especially not lately.
But calling her a stalker, though? Who did he think he was, to say some ridiculous baseless accusation such as that. Alas, that was the day we lived in. The day when walking down a street or an alleyway could bring you into the stalker archetype. What nonsese.
With a click of her tongue, Ceal put her hands in the pockets of her coat, closing her eyes and continued walking. Her face turned away from him as she moved past, her gait slow and deliberate, like she had heard what he said and deliberately ignored it. ”....Wish?”
She finally said finally. It had taken her so long to reply it would almost seem like she had no intention of doing so. ”Those have expired,”
She finished, her tone thick with venom. For her or for him, who knew?