Eclaire stood overlooking the campus grounds from the roof. She had found the roof completely by mistake when she was escaping from a particular lecture. She had dodged into a stairwell and just kept walking until it disposed her in front of a door here. Her knee-length black leather boots crunched on the scattering of white rocks.
She wore a torn up black dress, the fringes frayed and tiny black strings hung from them. The torn part ended mid-thigh but a light layer of spider webbed pattern ended at the knees. The top was a simple cut with small spaghetti straps. She pulled on one absently. Her fingernails were painted black with a small dot of white on each one.
Eclaire walked up to the edge of the roof and stuck her toes over the lip. Eclaire spread her arms and let the wind whip around her. How easy it would be just to fall, just to lean forward a little. She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of freedom. But no! No! That’s just what they’d want her to do.
She wore a torn up black dress, the fringes frayed and tiny black strings hung from them. The torn part ended mid-thigh but a light layer of spider webbed pattern ended at the knees. The top was a simple cut with small spaghetti straps. She pulled on one absently. Her fingernails were painted black with a small dot of white on each one.
Eclaire walked up to the edge of the roof and stuck her toes over the lip. Eclaire spread her arms and let the wind whip around her. How easy it would be just to fall, just to lean forward a little. She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of freedom. But no! No! That’s just what they’d want her to do.