DamnCatsMeow
Classified: Lost
New York City was the adventure of a lifetime. At first, Lucy hadn't been sure given the circumstances that had taken her there. The way the streets were constantly humming, the electric that carried on the breeze, it was no doubt that the life the city held had dazzled her. Opportunity rang out around every corner. Not to mention the coffee.
It wasn't until she met him when she realized that beneath the surface there was a scarred, sick, darkness that ran like blood beneath the concrete. That darkness swept her off her feet, danced with her on rooftops, fed on her essence until she was completely smitten. The love was terrifying and at times, toxic, and thus she became addicted. Addicted to him, to the darkness, to the danger that followed them. How many times had they almost been responsible for each others deaths? How often was their live in danger?
Then all at once she woke up. Without a word, Lucy packed her bags and took a plane out west. With the money she had saved from selling her elixirs, she bought a small lakeside cabin in the woods of Washington. With enough time she'd build up a clientele, she'd manage.....yeah, she'd manage.
Two years later and she's strolling the streets of the local town, bags of supplies in her hands. The threat of winter nipped at her nose and she prayed that this year would be as mild as the last. With a deep breath she leaned against a brick store front and clenched her hand. Would she ever stop being tempted to call home?
It wasn't until she met him when she realized that beneath the surface there was a scarred, sick, darkness that ran like blood beneath the concrete. That darkness swept her off her feet, danced with her on rooftops, fed on her essence until she was completely smitten. The love was terrifying and at times, toxic, and thus she became addicted. Addicted to him, to the darkness, to the danger that followed them. How many times had they almost been responsible for each others deaths? How often was their live in danger?
Then all at once she woke up. Without a word, Lucy packed her bags and took a plane out west. With the money she had saved from selling her elixirs, she bought a small lakeside cabin in the woods of Washington. With enough time she'd build up a clientele, she'd manage.....yeah, she'd manage.
Two years later and she's strolling the streets of the local town, bags of supplies in her hands. The threat of winter nipped at her nose and she prayed that this year would be as mild as the last. With a deep breath she leaned against a brick store front and clenched her hand. Would she ever stop being tempted to call home?