Sunset, sunset

Veronica was sitting cross-legged on the roof, a fat braille book in her lap, one hand slowly tracing over the marks on the page.

The sun was setting over the far-away forest, orange and pink light flooding the sky and turning it a mystical gradient of colors; it was truly amazing, the sort of sunset you're lucky to even see once in your life, and only then on a postcard from Hawaii.

Not that it wasn't completely lost on Veronica. Even if she was able to see it, she'd be too wrapped up in her book to notice it, let alone even realize she'd been sitting on the roof for almost two hours.

It wouldn't have mattered to her anyway; she was, in her opinion, too smart for all her classes, and she knew no one well enough to count them as friends - or even acquaintances, for that matter - with whom she could spend the day.

She yawned, jamming her dark sunglasses back up her nose from where they'd slipped down yet again, pulling them off as an afterthought and dropping them into her book bag. No one was up here to see her anyway...

Veronica was toying with her hair, absent-mindedly braiding it in her hands. What was it her mother always said about it? So beautiful, black and shining. Beautiful - a compliment. Aesthetically pleasing, attractive to the sight; Veronica was wholly unable to comprehend this, and it always made her more annoyed then anything else.

A voice - she turned her head towards the sound, sightless eyes boring through the girl without her even realizing it. "Dear, don't be so nervous." She laughed, gently closing the book and standing up, not bothering to brush the dirt off her long black skirt. "You'll never see me again; what does it matter if either of us says anything foolish?"

She chewed on her lip thoughtfully, inclining her narrow chin towards the sunset - so she had noticed it, after all. "For example, I could ask you what that looked like. I won't - you'd just give me an unfathomable description of oranges and reds and greens, hmm?" She shrugged, not really caring. "I digress, but you get my point. Were you attempting solitude?" Another laugh, clear and quiet. "You'll never find more then five minutes of that here."

Veronica sighed, digging around in her bag for her sunglasses and slipping them back on her thin face. "Digress - to move away from the central topic in speaking or writing. Apologies; once I learn a word, I tend to forget if it's a commonly used one or not."

She paused, as if summing the girl up, finally shrugging and reaching out a hand in her direction, pulling it back into a slight wave when she remembered the girl was ten feet away. "Veronica."

Veronica arched a perfect eyebrow, unable to stop a smile from crinkling her eyes; the corners of her lips twitched upward and then back down just as quickly. "Thank you." She allowed, sweeping the aforementioned back in a tight ponytail, stooping and digging in her bag for a rubber band to fasten it with. "You have a beautiful voice, hmm? Lyrical; I'm sure you hear that often."

Her lips stretched into a wide smile. "I noticed."

She shivered, holding out a hand and summoning her long coat to her hand. "Is it finished?" She wondered, tilting her head to the side and adding "the sunset," as an afterthought. "I can't feel it anymore."