The pinkette brought the bottle to her lips, gulping it down as the bitter alcohol rolled down her throat. Her eyes lay bloodshot against her once rose-like skin. She flicked through the channels appearing across the screen, continuing to devour the contents within the bottle. Nobody could recall the beauty that this woman once held, at least not now. The soldier like stance still reflected against her thighs, she hadn't lost that yet.
Lightning Farron had, by far, changed from the strong young beautiful woman she used to be. Strong, she still was with a bottle filled to the brim of alcohol and a swinging fist in both hands. But beautiful? She was far from that, her skin marked with dark circles and her hands coarse to the fingertips. Every night was like this, it had been for the past year or so. Ever since the silver haired boy left, Lightning had turned upside down.
She washed down the throbbing pain in her heart with whiskey and drops of red wine.
"Hope Esthiem *beep* H-hope *beep* new discovery *beep* the *beep* academy- Hope- *beep*"
Lightning swirled the remote at the television, her eyes raging with both fear and anger.
"Shit." she watched as the screen disappeared into the darkness, her hand gently placing the bottle onto the table. Memories flooded her as her mind refused to let go of the image that flashed across her screen a few moments ago.
Her mouth was dry for words, she swallowed trying to contain herself. The urge to press her finger down upon the red button of the remote was rising within her. Was he doing well? Lightning nodded to herself, she would only check once and would force herself to be content with the outcome; nothing more. With shaky fingertips she switched the tv back on, listening intently to what the man behind the screen was saying.
"It had been a fatal accident killing the passenger, the driver will have to testify in court and..."
The soldier's eyes widened, her mouth dropping slightly as she began to shake. "Fuck." She was caught breathless, the wind completely knocked out of her. All those years she had been waiting, all those years she had been waiting for somebody who was already gone.
The soldier, for the first time that night, wailed with a power that was truly heartbreaking.
Hope was dead.
