writing chunk ig

hood draped over her skull, her eyes a glimmering green, it matched her dazzling red vape, which was bedazzled with translusent beads. head hung low, sun beaming, she turned her head and coughed. freckles lined her cheeks while moles followed her palm. she spoke soft, words sharp and purposeful, but we will never hear. the voice that she carries will bear the potent words of, "Here!"

tossing the rectangular velvet object, it landed in a round trash can which was rimmed with green edges. she grinned and smiled widely at the can, but slowly did she realize was that she had not thrown what was in the right hand.

a piece of trash lay crumpled in her other palm, crinkling at every move. the vape, in a way, was her comfort, which she'd abandoned in one movement. people turned their heads to her as she cried and weeped. she didn't think it would be that bad as she stood over the hole of the trash can, but watching people pour their litter inside, she knew it would be hard to find.

with a huff she stepped away, long hair unveiling from behind her back. the hood of her sweater brushed away with a gust of gale. the wind had showed her something else, something not flavored or addictable.

stepping away from the can she stepped foot onto the street. she clamped her hands around her heart as she began to breathe. air pure, eyes watering, she walked away with speed. but staring back at her longingly was a man mournfully smoking.

i wrote this at 12 at night ik its messy and everywhere bye + im too lazy to do the outro rn