Breathe It All In {Dakota}
Nov 6, 2010 9:51:09 GMT -5
Post by Lindsey Bennett on Nov 6, 2010 9:51:09 GMT -5
Lindsey held her camera to her face as she snapped pictures of the park, small cloud like shapes forming in front of her mouth every time she breathed out. It was starting to get pretty cold, but she didn't mind - she was used to it, and she actually liked it. Winter was her favorite holiday, always had been, but obviously it wasn't because of the good memories she kept from it and all that mushy stuff other people tended to like winter for, like going sledding or ice skating in family, cuddling up under a warm blanket in the living room with a mug of hot chocolate, Christmas, all that stuff... she didn't resent other people for their happy memories, their Christmas traditions, all the jolly and whatever stuff, she just didn't have any of her own and so she generally preferred not to talk about it. Well, admittingly, she generally preferred not to talk to other people at all, because that usually lead to trying to get to know the other person better and talking about her family, her childhood, all those kind of details that made her life... not such a wonderful life... well, she hated it. And she hated to be felt sorry for, to be pitied. So the alternative was to just not talk.
She was fine with that too. She'd never been good with making friends or mingling, and she'd never really been accepted anyway. Other kids had found it easier to make fun of her than to play with her so she'd just decided at some point in her childhood that it would be wiser to stay clear of other people. She was doing well enough by herself too, wasn't she? She'd worked her way to a rather prestidigious Academy that a lot of people dreamed of going to - of course, that had been greatly helped along by the one person she'd ever allowed herself to trust, but still, she was more of an independant girl, and there was a part of her that knew that someday, she would pay her back so that she didn't really have to have any debts toward her. Which was why she was dreading summer, in spite of it being months away still. She didn't want to have to rely on someone else's kindness yet again to have a place to live, but she didn't want to go back home - she'd rather live on the street for two months than go home. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind for the moment though, focusing on the gorgeous sunset ahead of her as she snapped a few more pictures, her fingers starting to feel slightly numb from the lack of gloves, but she wasn't paying any attention to that.