My Skin- Natalie Merchant
It was raining outside and Evey sat along the side of an old abandoned grocery store, looking out upon the ever darkening streets as what she could only guess was twilight falling upon the dreary world.
She had no where to go, at least not yet. There was no fear within her, but a deep sense of loss pervaded her senses and chilled the sir all that much more.
She could not believe it, but she was actually starting to miss him.
V.
Not his gallery and the warmth it provided, but him. The man, the enigma.
Evey pulled her knees up and hung her arms about them. Her fingers looked taught and drawn from weeks and weeks of starvation. She had gained a little weight since her…release, but her figure was still thin and weak. Water glinted off of the tips of her broken nails and ran down the length of her hands until they reached her elbow and then the ground.
Strange, she thought, that the water wished so fervently to reach the ground, seeking to go beneath it where no man should thrive…because she did too.