Lucy looked down at the water below her from the cobblestone edge. She could see her reflection as clear as day, except this time it was night. The gentle breeze blew her hair in the wind. Her eyes were so blank and dull. Just by looking at them you could tell that she had seen a unforgivable sight. She had a soft, white spaghetti strapped dress that reached her lower thigh. She was barefoot. In her hand she had a the broken key of Aquarius.
She was alone, and she knew it.
She was alone. She was all by herself ever since they left. She knew there was no point in trying anymore. She wanted to die, but why was is it so hard to just pierce herself? Why was it so hard to jump, drink the pills, pull the trigger, let go of her breath, let the flames consume her, or reject the need for food? No, it wasn't the pain. It was the fear that was eating her alive.
Why did her desires drive her mad if she couldn't accomplish them?
What she saw was petrifying. The dark, inky suit made of the finest of materials that he donned. The tie such a rich velvet that it resembled blood. The pale, featureless face that somehow stared into her very soul and his extensive limbs. The tentacles that stretched from behind his back and tangled around each other like vines. That was the scariest part. You could never tell where he was looking. But yet somehow she knew. How could his gaze burn into her back if he didn't even have any way to look? How could he see her? How did she know? Why was it her? Why did she have to see him? Why was she chosen? Did the world want her to be driven mad? Was her empty desires not enough?
The tall, expressionless man.
She could feel him behind her.
