Mayu
Ghost Of Who I Was
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Eve had everything she could want, though her father was as bitter as a winters day. Her eyes were from her mother, they were stormy looking. A mix between blue and grey, which was why her family called her stormy. But deep down she felt like something was missing, that something was wrong. Perhaps she was just over thinking things. How life was complicated and why it was, it was so damn irritating really.
She had been so into her music that everything around her did not matter, and right now? She just wanted time to be able to get a hold of herself. Right now everything was as it should be. And it made her a little scared about what the hell would happen right now. She had no one to talk to since her mother died giving birth to her, her father never talking about her. It scared her to know her father could be so shut off to her.
So she went on out to take a walk, to get away from all the shit in the house. Her father was raging and did not know why exactly. But right now? She just did not give a damn, she was the only girl around not wearing a dress. People wanted there women clothed the way they wanted them to be. But she would not be bound by the rules of man. It wasn't her nature to follow sexiest rules like that, and tried not to let it worry her.
Now she came to the town square and sat on down by the fountain, listing to the sound the water made. Sighing sadly as everything just seemed to be thrown into her face, her black hair lay relaxed against her back. Humming a little song that she had been working on. Thinking of all the great things that could be happening, and it was just really nice. But deep down it felt like someone was looking at her, perhaps even watching her.
She had been so into her music that everything around her did not matter, and right now? She just wanted time to be able to get a hold of herself. Right now everything was as it should be. And it made her a little scared about what the hell would happen right now. She had no one to talk to since her mother died giving birth to her, her father never talking about her. It scared her to know her father could be so shut off to her.
So she went on out to take a walk, to get away from all the shit in the house. Her father was raging and did not know why exactly. But right now? She just did not give a damn, she was the only girl around not wearing a dress. People wanted there women clothed the way they wanted them to be. But she would not be bound by the rules of man. It wasn't her nature to follow sexiest rules like that, and tried not to let it worry her.
Now she came to the town square and sat on down by the fountain, listing to the sound the water made. Sighing sadly as everything just seemed to be thrown into her face, her black hair lay relaxed against her back. Humming a little song that she had been working on. Thinking of all the great things that could be happening, and it was just really nice. But deep down it felt like someone was looking at her, perhaps even watching her.