Flora isn't terribly far from the docks, though her mind is a million miles away. Having taken to spending her afternoons staring out at the sea, Flora has become a common sight for those working at the harbour, though not for the reasons she once was. Now she is known for her sunken eyes, unshaved legs, and oversized sweaters. She's known for haunting the area with little regard for whose way she might be in, and rarely seems to be all there according to the workers.
Today her feet are buried completely in the sand, and as she does on most days, she's wearing one of Enzo's sweaters. With her knees drawn up to her chest and the fabric of the shirt pulled across her shins, the once vibrant and beautiful girl is lacklustre and hollow as she gazes unseeing at the waves. Quite what she sees there is anyone's guess, but her stare is unrelenting.
Today her feet are buried completely in the sand, and as she does on most days, she's wearing one of Enzo's sweaters. With her knees drawn up to her chest and the fabric of the shirt pulled across her shins, the once vibrant and beautiful girl is lacklustre and hollow as she gazes unseeing at the waves. Quite what she sees there is anyone's guess, but her stare is unrelenting.
