…no matter how you look at it.
Serenity wouldn’t really know as she was lost in her own little world.
The blue gem resting against her forehead tapped her tattoo -a reminder of her imprisonment to a life she did not choose- gently as she lowered her head slightly to focus on the lady beetle that had wandered onto her lap.
…while you still can.
The little lady beetle dangled on the side of her dress and as a light breeze of air passed, the beetle fell to its awaiting death.
Splat! A scientist had carelessly treaded onto the now deceased lady beetle without so much as a hint of awareness.
Her fragile frame shivered as the heater was busted and the coldness of the room became noticeable. Her bottom lip trembled as if she was scared and her blue eyes widened as if..
She was seeing something out of the ordinary.