The night was cold and lonely, the stars held little glow as they peaked through the dark, gray clouds. It was in that instance that it started to snow. Cecilia shook her head. 'Why now? Why does it have to snow now?' She had slowly but surely began to hate the snow. It made her feel alone and gods how she was alone. Her heels clicked needlessly on the sidewalk pavement, it reminded her of the emptiness in her own life.
After what seemed like forever, although everything seemed like forever anymore, she arrived at a dimly lit apartment building. Her home was here, but it was far from home...
Cecilia had been an aspiring painter. She knew the hardships she would face, as most artists are unsuccessful or their artwork is never wanted until after their death. Cecilia was determined to make it work. She painted night and day, and worked her hardest, in the end she was faced with no money and the threat of starvation. She was alone in her tiny apartment. Her days were now filled with long nights of tending tables and groping hands of the bar she worked at.
She scaled the stairs, up and up until she reached her apartment door. She unlocked it and went in, closing the door behind her. She sighed to herself, before tugging off her coat and scarf, leaving them absently on the floor by the door. The apartment was cold but she didn't bother turning on the heat, even as she shivered. Cecilia drug herself in the bathroom, turning the water on and letting it heat up as she slipped out of her clothing. She stared at herself in the mirror, feeling as if a lifeless shell was staring back at her.
Her eyes, normally dark violet, were dull and hollow looking. She imagined that there was once life in them. That maybe sometime long ago they had been bright and happy. She wasn't sure when they had lost their life. She shook her head and looked away, then noticed her hair. It still was still soft, but it too had seemed to have lost any kind of glow it once had. It just looked like dirt now, not the rich auburn it was so long ago. About the only thing that hadn't lost anything was her cup size. They were just as small as they've always been. She sighed and dipped into the hot water.
She tried her best to enjoy this one comfort, but even a hot bath didn't seem to hold anything anymore. She didn't linger. Cecilia wrapped a towel around herself and walked to her tiny bedroom. She only had a twin size bed to sleep on. 'It doesn't matter...' she reminded herself. She didn't have a lover; she never had one. She had, had boyfriends in high school and college, but she never slept with them. Now she wished she had, wondering what she was missing. She was only twenty-seven, but she felt old.
Cecilia crawled into bed, not bother with clothes. No one was there to see her. She stared up at the ceiling wondering about her life. Was this all there was? She turned onto her side. "I wish someone would take me away from this place." She murmured to herself. "I wish... someone would love me, and hold me forever." Tears began to well up in her eyes. She felt sorry for herself. This wasn't the life she wanted. This wasn't the way everything was supposed to happen. The tears fell unbidden down her pale cheeks. For a while Cecilia held her single pillow as she cried herself to sleep. She couldn't help but feel as if something was watching her as she wallowed in her pain.
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It was January, the air was cold and it was snowing. Blake stood on a tall building looking at the deserted street below. He was always waiting here, just for another chance to see her. She was beautiful in his mind, in everyway. Tonight, however, something was different about her. It troubled him greatly. Usually this small glimpse of her would be enough and he would move on to go feed, or whatever happened to be on his mind. He felt compelled to follow her, and he did.
He watched her disappear into the building, and then reappear again through an open window. She didn't bother turning on the light. She moved to her bathroom, although there was no window, he could only imagine her undressing and water washing over her lovely body. Blake licked his lips. He waited patiently her return, which he noted didn't take long. He continued watching her, and moved so he could she as she walked into her bedroom, the window was closed.
