Oh, empty my heart
The shovel in her hands was heavy. The chafing discomfort of the handle against gloves a few sizes too big were rubbing blisters into her palms. It was welcome, in a way, as this new pain distracted from the occasional agony that shot through her head. The cut in her forehead - no more than a scabbed over scratch at this point - tugged and strained at her skin in the cold air, and Seren began to wonder if it wouldn't have been better to stay inside, after all. The headache was making her more clumsy even than usual, and her progress down the snow-covered path was slow.
A few more shovel-full's shifted the snow from path to growing pile, and then the girl had to set it down and rest. Again. Too warm now in her borrowed clothes, she pushed the hood down and shook her hair out. With a dazed expression she watched smoke rise from her breath, glittering faintly in the pale sunlight.
How had it come to this? What was she doing here? Visiting Halo had definitely been on her bucket list, but not now. Not like this. Heaving a deep sigh, she winced visibly as discomfort cut through the thoughts. Dizzy, she had to sit down on the snow bank, face in hands; this was not going at all how she had thought it would.
A few more shovel-full's shifted the snow from path to growing pile, and then the girl had to set it down and rest. Again. Too warm now in her borrowed clothes, she pushed the hood down and shook her hair out. With a dazed expression she watched smoke rise from her breath, glittering faintly in the pale sunlight.
How had it come to this? What was she doing here? Visiting Halo had definitely been on her bucket list, but not now. Not like this. Heaving a deep sigh, she winced visibly as discomfort cut through the thoughts. Dizzy, she had to sit down on the snow bank, face in hands; this was not going at all how she had thought it would.
I've got to make room for this feeling
SEREN
