Her

Standing ontop of the 57th balcony in the Realmless Head Quarters stood an average female. One who had hair of darkness that could compare to the night sky, eyes of emerald that would leave a person breathless when looked upon and a dazzling beautiful body shape one cannot describe as either perfect or flawed. Her short, fair skinned legs planted on a Mandela designed mat showcasing the well done and creative graphics litering throughout her entire exterior and interior apartment.

Her aura seeping out a dangerous dose of sadness and despair unlike her looks which was a blank canvas altogether. Her emotions never shown but hidden deep down in her soul and very being. Her red cheery lips never to be able to lift again.

Her mind was like a racing war raging of thoughts wondering if what she did was right.

But no matter how hard she had thought can turn back time nor change the fact of the present.

At last, after she stood there watching the bright yellow sun go down the horizon did she breath a sigh. Turning her body around, she walked inside her apartment.

The one that marked memories of happiness, sadness and chaos altogether...

***

Sitting up against her leathered headboard, Liela (Lee - El - La) was breathing heavily. She raised her left cold, and sweaty hand up and dragged it through her hair. The events of that day manifesting into a disastrous nightmare that had been happening over the passed 2 years. She thought she was doing good but it was like the universe never wanted her to be happy ever again.

Her hand then flew towards the centre of her chest, slowing massaging that area in hopes of easing the aching pain. She silently prayed it would go away but as always, it never did. The aching started right after that day as a slow chest pain but progressively turned intense over the past year. No matter what she did could get rid of it so she could only tolerate it.

After massaging that area quite intensely for the passed 5 minutes did she notice some improvement of the pain. She then slide herself to one end of the bed and got off, allowing her feet to absorb the coldness from the deck flooring. Walking herself to the bathroom connecting to her room, she turned on the tap with an anticlockwise motion and reached out to splash the cold running water on her delicate flawless face.

Liela had her eyes stuck on her reflection in the mirror before her, her expression not showing anything other than a blank face. Watery substance leaked out of her beautiful eyes little by little until finally, streams of her tears became an ubandant source. Her orbs becoming blurry by the second as she continued staring, staring at the women she had become in her large bathroom mirror.

After a while, she smiled bitterly and muttered to herself "you deserve it".