Legacy Swann // [D6][FINISHED]

Eyes: Eyes as blue as the ocean. She looks lost, her deep blue eyes wandering endlessly, always asking a question. They have a lost look, making the girl look as though she is always lost in her dreams, far away from the rest of us. Flicks of gold and orange gives her dreamy eerie a fiery determined look. Overall they were beautiful eyes, eyes that could capture light that could capture the attention of those who glanced their way.

Hair: Miss Swann’s hair falls to her hips, a curtain the falls across her back, hiding her small frame. The colour of fire, it is bright, just like her personality. Blondes and gingers and all sorts of colours weave themselves in the strands of her hair. But the beautiful colour cannot hide the dryness, and harshness of her hair. Lack of food and the stress that she is put under has killed the life that her hair had once radiated, making it hang loosely around her face, holding no shape, growing thin.

Height: height runs in the family, people have told me, but I find it hard to believe when I look at Miss Swann. She has a small frame and reaches no higher than 1.5 meters tall. She has a small body, with long elegant legs.

Weight: Miss Swann has a small frame. She has very thin arms and legs, and each one of her ribs is visible on her chest. She is under weight, weighing no mire that 40 kg. Muscles run up her legs and arms, giving her some shape. The muscles are lean and make her thin arm not as frail and fragile as they look.

Skin Tone: her skin is fare, even all those hours outdoors haven’t been enough to give her even the slightest tan. She never seems to mind though, actually she seem to prefer it this way. In winter her check gain a rosy glow, that spreads thorough out her face, it is a nice look, I think, rather cute.

Other: I never noticed before, but the more I studied miss Swann the I noticed that she has a rather large scar sown the left side of her right leg. It runs front the mid of her thigh down to her ankle. After some research I found out that she got the scar when she was much younger. She was running from the peacekeepers, when she ran into the forest, she hadn’t noticed the metal pole that was poking out of the ground in her panic, and when she did notice it, it had been too late…

I remember all the other times that I had followed her. Recording them, here in my investigation files. I remember each one of them as if it was almost yesterday. One day I had followed her into an empty building, well what I had thought was an empty building, it turned out that it was empty, it is hard to explain, hard to believe that this place was home to people. But it was. There were people lying in the corners, some of the motionless, as if they were… dead. Other say against the wall, weak bones visible, skin as thin as paper.

I had been surprised, surprised that I had missed this in my previous observation of Miss Swann, after all how could I miss something like this. Coming to y sense I had asked myself, why she was here? Why would she associate herself with these people? It was questions like these that convinced me to stay, that convinced me to stay and find out why. I had been so engrossed wit5h my own thoughts that I had lost sight of Miss Swann, silently screaming at myself I had begun my search to find here.

That’s when I figured out more about who she was that when my fascination in her grew until it was almost an obsession. She was helping them. I couldn’t believe it, she was helping them, by stealing food and essentials that could help the survive the next day. I watched as she handed a small loaf of bread to one of the younger men, he had looked at her, as though she was the most important person in the world. She smiled at him, grabbing at his free hand, and bringing it to her face. It was not until this moment that I realised the importance of this person to her. She loved him.

She planted a gentle kiss to his hand, before she turned and ran out of the door, leaving the smiling, boy staring after her.

I my curiosity I found out more about this boy. He had a sad story. He was dying. I could practically feel my heart breaking for Miss Swann. Slowly I turned away and walked from the building.

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Finally Miss Swann exited the pub. Finally I realised why this thought was brought to me. It wasn’t confidence I saw in Miss Swaan stride, but determination, determination, to enter this place, and exit it feel better than she had entered. Happier, she had needed to feel happy, to forget something. Something that had drove her to here. It was today, that the young boy that held her heart had died.