a day of gray ;; open

There was a simple house that was like all others. Housing two people at a time, the ghost of three still stood in some few heads. No longer did people question what happened all those years ago, if they did, it was to tell them how much they missed that single being in the world that had left, carried off by the disease that found it's way back into the District every other year. A few wondered who would be next of this case, though they pushed the thought away when they saw her.

She was the image, as if the fleeting soul was placed back into a more humanly healthy body. They wondered, other than her own height difference that was the main difference, how was it that she appeared so much like her? There were children that did appear like their mothers, but hauntingly like this would most likely cause something.. disturbing. They wondered if the widowed husband continued to grave and mourn each time he saw the resemblance. They're idle hushed chatter ceased, once they caught the glare of a look cast over by the silent young woman.

The time is drawing close, right? It was an idle thought that was thought every single year, for the past four years. Last year, it was the final day it was thought, the previous was the day it began. She breathed in, catching the scent of both the Sea and the smell of freshly caught fish, causing her to pause and then smile. Her father was probably getting home rather soon, knowing that the next day she would have to leave the house instead, allowing him to rest one day. The smell of fish never bothered anyone, long as you got used to the scent, like herself.

A pause came, and then off gray eyes noticed something. Dusting tiny flakes began to dust right in front of her. The sound of what could be a slight chuckle, escaped of her. Tilting her head backwards, the black haired young woman realized that it was once again snowing in District Four. Something that happened naturally, every single year. Even though it did happen every year, and more than once, it was still a grand sight to behold. Or at least, that's what she always told herself and other people. Lifting a hand out of the trench coat, she caught a couple of flakes before her too warm skin decided to melt it into a cold liquid that caused her hand to retreat back into the coat pocket. It was a winter wonderland, it was simply; Snow.

( OUTFIT ) [/b] Tied back low hair, loose strands of hair in front of the face. Off white trench coat, black jeans, boots.
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( BANNER ) © BRYBERRY of caution 2.0
( LYRICS ) camera shy by school boy humor
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