champagne glasses { sin/nan }
Feb 11, 2021 8:36:42 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Feb 11, 2021 8:36:42 GMT -5
N A N E T T E Ψ C A R T E R
The sun had started to set, painting the sky with hundreds of different colours, weaving themselves together to form something breath taking. Today had been tough. My heart had been pounding in the base of my throat as I had taken off towards the stairs, ignoring the burning in my quads, my calves, as I pushed myself up flight after flight. My mask had been slipping, my eyes shining with the start of tears.
I was overwhelmed, mentally drained from trying to fight off peoples curious gazes, from trying to create the facade of a girl who was ruthless and cold. I had wanted to break, to tear off my mask and to cry for my mum. Today had been the first time I had allowed myself to think of her. Today, just after lunch I had allowed myself a small glimpse, but the greedy fingers of my inner self had grabbed onto the image of my dying mother and taken flight.
And then so had I, forgetting the elevator desperate to feel the deep burn in my aching muscles, to try and distract me from my thoughts. I had only stopped long enough to snag a bottle of wine from an unsuspecting Peacekeeper.
A light breeze brushed its fingers threw the tangles of my golden locks as I tried desperately to catch my breath. Moving closer towards the edge I watch as the sun slips lower and lower and I wonder if my Mum was watching the dying light too. I wonder if she was thinking of me. If Callan was with her. The thought alone is enough to cause a choked sob to my lips, a sob which I try to force away, angrily wiping at the tears that had begun to surface.
I couldn't afford to show them my weaknesses, I couldn't afford to allow anyone see me vulnerable.
Taking a deep breath I rip off the cork from the wine bottle, a loud pop bursting through the air. The rush of air causes the contents to bubble spilling over the edge, I quickly try to catch it with my lips, the sharp yet sweet taste filling my mouth. Taking a seat, I watch as the city below begins to come to life, lights twinkling as the suns light fades. I felt so high, so far away from the gently hum of life below. I had often wondered what it might be like to live in the capitol but had always come to the conclusion that nothing could beat the sounds of the ocean signing, of the crashing of waves.
Taking a generous sip I reach the bottle high into the sky, "I'll see you soon, mum," I whisper, for the first time noticing the light haired boy. He was so skinny, no doubt from one of the lowest districts. "Hey, have a drink with me."