It's been hectic as always around here and I've barely had the time to sit down and type something up. I'm still a little stressed on wether or not the new place is going to work out and I'm not sure if I should pack more or wait until someone can tell me what's happening. This past weekend my Mum took me to Kelowna (B.C.) for a wine tour and it was pretty incredible. Not only was the feeling of being an adult and a legal one at that awesome, but the people I got to meet made it even better. I never quite realized that wine making was such a large industry, at just one vineyard they had over 200 acres of vines! It was all quite wonderful. I haven't been writing much in the way of creative things but I'm trying to get back on track with it.
Blood trailed its way across my hollow cheek, collecting in the indentation between my collar bones. The warmth of it was welcome compared to the cold winter air that surrounded me. Ivory flakes of snow gathered against my jagged skin and crept into my hair, melting against my already frozen ears. I tried to wipe them away but my hands limply fell against me, pushing at nothing but themselves. The feeling had gone a lot faster than I thought it would, and a delicate numbness was beginning to set in. My legs moved only inches from beneath me when I tried to get up, it was useless. A sore sight I'd have made if anyone had found me, my legs harshly crossed beneath me and my hair blood soaked and thrown about by the wind. I must have been paler than the snow at that point, all the blood had run from my head and into a ruby pool around me. Tugging at the snow and pulling it away from me, leaving only the hard ice floor beneath my body. I could hear her singing somewhere near me, soft lilting tones drifting along with the winter wind. The last thing I'd hear, the last song she would croone to me. The last song in a lovers quarrel.
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