LOST
Her eyes said she was bored and tired. They didn't sparkle, nor twinkle--no happiness alive in them. The eyeliner applied haphazardly around her eyes to hide the bloodshot stains in them revealed her lack of sleep the night before, the hours spent crying.
Her nails said she was confused and sad. The cuticles? Bit to shreds. The nail polish? Chipped away. Her nails were nibbled down to the tip, with a roughness no file could tame.
Her body revealed all--her slouched shoulders, her shuffling walk, her skinny wrists. There was both a lack of care and a lack of eating, both weakness and self-suffering.
No one stood around her anymore, no one helped her pick up her fallen books. She needed a change, something new.
It was true. The fallen alpha Massie Block was lost, with nowhere to go.
Maybe she would give that Westchester place a try…