Disclaimer: I much as I wish he was... no, Ridge Forrester is not my creation. Just borrowing.
Suffer for Fashion
by Echo Norfleet
I sat at my desk, my head buried in my hands... masterful hands that designed beautiful dresses and gowns... and I sighed. I was tired. The world was closing in on me. Time was closing in on me. I was suffocating.
I was out of ideas.
What was I going to do? This design was needed ASAP. I looked up at the clock. It was six o'clock, and the sun was disappearing behind the office buildings in the city, its last rays filtering in through my open window and shining upon my tired face.
I had never felt so exhausted. My hands felt like stone, so heavy they couldn't move.
"Why?" I cried, to no one in particular. "WHY?"
Then, I just felt angry, with myself. Fury! Rage!
I tore apart my office. I smashed my desk, my phone, my family's photos, my window... I set fire to my chair, my curtains... my work... my life.
As my office burned, smoke alarms ringing, things crashing and falling to pieces, I stood at my broken window. I stared outside, ignoring the frantic screams and knocks at my door, and I climbed through. I stood on the edge of it, glass crunching beneath my leather shoes.
Slowly, like an angel, I fell to the ground. The world seemed to stop... I felt like I was floating in the black, smoky air... then, I crashed to the hard ground, my face bloody and smashed from the pavement, my limbs bent at impossible angles.
And that's when it came to me; my greatest design yet. As I was carried into the ambulance, my family and the staff watching me, crying out to me with tears running down their faces, I had a vision of a fallen angel, with broken wings and legs, but still beautiful, just a little rough around the edges. It was brilliant. It was...
Perfect.
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