Bria Mauve Flynn (ghoulishbeauty) wrote in destructionisle, @ 2019-05-29 08:02:00 |
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It happened every few months. Bria would find herself feeling like she was going mad as if the island was closing in all around her. She knew that was impossible, but when you were nothing but a caged animal it was easy to feel that way. She needed fresh air, which is why she was sitting outside on the steps of her home. No, it wasn't a home, it was a house that constantly reminded her of what this place took from her. So the only way to escape it was to have her lay up on the roof of the house. Her frame laying back on the roof, the only evidence that she was up there would be her feet hanging off the edge of the roof. Her hands rested behind her head as she stared up at the blue sky and clouds above her. She could of enjoyed the island, but this place had taken so much from her already. Above her head clouded in a green aura would be her wedding ring levitating above her view for the moment. |