Post by Sierra Greene S6 on Sept 26, 2009 19:20:22 GMT
Who was she kidding? For the past year or so, Sierra had been convincing herself she wasn't alone. Sure, she had lost her parents when they were sent to Azkaban, she really didn't have any friends, and her brother had been wrapped up in a crazy web of his own, but she had people, didn't she? Well, there was Dixie. Sierra had always liked Dixie. But Dixie wasn't around anymore. Not since Adam had driven her away with his ridiculously childish behavior. And then there was Sadie, Sierra's cousin. They were close. Well, at least they had been growing closer until Sierra met Ephraim and seemed to spend more time with him and less with Sierra. But those weren't the only people she had, were they?
Yes. Sadly, they were.
A solitary tear trickled down the soft cheek of the sad sixth year as she sat, alone, in the student lounge. She was Sierra Greene. She was strong. Mature. A fighter. She'd been through so much in her life, and while it was always the troubles of others, she'd endured a lot. And, in a moment where she really just wanted that one person to be able to lean on for herself, she didn't have it. Talk about cruel irony.
But Sierra was beyond letting herself cry. She'd fought the loneliness, the tears, and the pain for how many years now? Why was it that, in this moment then, she just felt like crying? Perhaps it had been bottled up for too long. And so, Sierra let it out. She let the tears fall, the thoughts spiral away, and the loneliness dwell around her. That is, until a voice caught her attention. Quickly, Sierra's sleeves were drying her eyes, and she forced a smile onto her face as she looked up and saw a girl whom she didn't exactly recognize. She was a year younger, Sierra knew that, but for the life of her, she couldn't put a house with the face. "Crying? Was I really crying?" Sierra asked, half trying to deny the tears, and half honestly surprised that she had let herself cry in the middle of the student lounge. A forced bit of laughter followed, as Sierra then left her head fall back into her hands, the tears returning for just another brief moment while she took some deep breaths. "Sorry," she added, looking up again to try to figure out if the girl had simply approached her out of concern.
Yes. Sadly, they were.
A solitary tear trickled down the soft cheek of the sad sixth year as she sat, alone, in the student lounge. She was Sierra Greene. She was strong. Mature. A fighter. She'd been through so much in her life, and while it was always the troubles of others, she'd endured a lot. And, in a moment where she really just wanted that one person to be able to lean on for herself, she didn't have it. Talk about cruel irony.
But Sierra was beyond letting herself cry. She'd fought the loneliness, the tears, and the pain for how many years now? Why was it that, in this moment then, she just felt like crying? Perhaps it had been bottled up for too long. And so, Sierra let it out. She let the tears fall, the thoughts spiral away, and the loneliness dwell around her. That is, until a voice caught her attention. Quickly, Sierra's sleeves were drying her eyes, and she forced a smile onto her face as she looked up and saw a girl whom she didn't exactly recognize. She was a year younger, Sierra knew that, but for the life of her, she couldn't put a house with the face. "Crying? Was I really crying?" Sierra asked, half trying to deny the tears, and half honestly surprised that she had let herself cry in the middle of the student lounge. A forced bit of laughter followed, as Sierra then left her head fall back into her hands, the tears returning for just another brief moment while she took some deep breaths. "Sorry," she added, looking up again to try to figure out if the girl had simply approached her out of concern.
