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Yeah so I don't really have anyone to talk to, so I just decided to write. There's really not much of a point to this scene - not even character development. There isn't anything revealed here that hasn't been revealed before. I guess I just felt like spewing crap. Well I felt like writing something good, but oh well. Anyway, here 'tis.
Timria was walking slowly through the snow-covered street. The snow crunched under her shoes with every step, and there seemed to be no other sound on the street. Things always seemed quieter when there was snow out. The sun was hidden behind clouds. There were so many layers of them that all the sun was was a slightly lighter hue of haze in the sky. The trees were leafless and appeared lifeless. Some limbs were encased in ice. Timria had always thought that leafless trees were much more elegant than trees with leaves. She supposed that all things became more beautiful when the unnecessary frivolous parts were stripped away.
It was cold outside and her jacket didn’t do much to warm her legs or her face. There was a slight breeze that was playing with her hair and also making the cold less bearable. Her breath hung in the air every time she exhaled.
Soon her house loomed in the distance. It was a large house, and nicely furnished as Lanif had noted, but nice things in a home do not do much to enhance the people who live inside of it. Timria always hated going home. All she had to do at home was her homework or read. And while she loved reading, sometimes she needed a break. And it was during these breaks, or sometimes when she was just lying on her bed, that the loneliness came. It sneaked at first, and then slowly spread into her, carving holes inside and making her feel hollow. There wasn’t much she could do when the loneliness came. Homework and reading do not do much to create fellowship for a person’s heart.
She reached the front door and stepped inside, pausing a moment to wipe away a few tears. They must have been from the wind.
Timria was walking slowly through the snow-covered street. The snow crunched under her shoes with every step, and there seemed to be no other sound on the street. Things always seemed quieter when there was snow out. The sun was hidden behind clouds. There were so many layers of them that all the sun was was a slightly lighter hue of haze in the sky. The trees were leafless and appeared lifeless. Some limbs were encased in ice. Timria had always thought that leafless trees were much more elegant than trees with leaves. She supposed that all things became more beautiful when the unnecessary frivolous parts were stripped away.
It was cold outside and her jacket didn’t do much to warm her legs or her face. There was a slight breeze that was playing with her hair and also making the cold less bearable. Her breath hung in the air every time she exhaled.
Soon her house loomed in the distance. It was a large house, and nicely furnished as Lanif had noted, but nice things in a home do not do much to enhance the people who live inside of it. Timria always hated going home. All she had to do at home was her homework or read. And while she loved reading, sometimes she needed a break. And it was during these breaks, or sometimes when she was just lying on her bed, that the loneliness came. It sneaked at first, and then slowly spread into her, carving holes inside and making her feel hollow. There wasn’t much she could do when the loneliness came. Homework and reading do not do much to create fellowship for a person’s heart.
She reached the front door and stepped inside, pausing a moment to wipe away a few tears. They must have been from the wind.
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