Talk about something you lost.
Strange to be back in Manhattan. Ynez intends to steal in and out as quickly as possible, staying only as long as Greg needs her support. This city isn’t her home. It’s possible that it never was.
It’s the time of year when the light is gray and hard winds chase dessicated leaves and scraps of paper through the streets. They bounce off people and buildings with equal abandon. Only the living notice. Since Madrid, she’s been drifting, floating further and further away from shore, dried out by sun and salt under the flat empty sky of her life.
The dead are her constant companions. Ghosts twirl and cartwheel around her, demanding attention, craving love and sacrifice, each of them a tiny universe of aching hunger.
She has nothing to give them. She can only watch them, tiny dimples of emptiness and rage, each of them calling and calling and calling for a release none will never know.
The wind whips her hair into her eyes. Ynez doesn’t really notice. There was something else there first.
Muse: Ynez Castillo
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 176