A Life for the Subdued.

A silent sigh exited her lips as she watched the world around her spin. She watched through the frosted glass, the frosted lives of the people she cared about. Her father settled his last piece of luggage in the back seat of his truck; he seemed not upset, not disappointed but merely carrying out what it seemed like, a duty. His eye brows close together, forming not a frown but a sign of normality. Her lashes fluttered while she gazed at the beautiful man whom she never got to know. She shifted her momentary gaze to an adjacent window. Through the other frosted glass, through the air that flickered past her intrusive neighbourhood, past mildly hovering curtains, she saw her mother. Her beautiful face fixed on such sweetness for such bitter air. A tear escapes her eye.

Where does the foul stray?

They Taught her Well.

The begining was admist her and so was the end.

Now, All she had to do was Find it.