Karina Libertine -- District Four -- CBD FIN

Karina is not a girl, she is a girl made of sea-salt and driftwood laid dormant on the pale yellow sand. This is despite the howling wind of the forthcoming storm, but she remains unmoving though deteriorating, like the pinpricked cliffs the waves beat against. After all, she is invulnerable to storms when she was made of one.

--Or a hurricane.

Karina has no memory of said tragedies, but she scars.

She wishes she doesn't.

Her mother's corpse is something she longs for and despises, yearns for and questions.

The feeling isn't mutual.

She remembers how he kisses -- impatient and hungry, just like a lover should.

In the end, he left her.

Just like a lover should.