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ย ย Greyson Sage
ย ย "Life is a darling cigarette" -Christopher Poindexter
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Her black vans shuffled across the road, the New Orleans humidity made her movement sluggish. One hand gripped a map where she had marked her route, the other held the strap of her back that was slung over her shoulder trying to relieve some of the pressure. At the end of the street she dropped the pack to her feet, hunching over as sweat dripped off her forehead to splash onto the road beside her foot. She couldnโt help but to smile to herself, the trek seemed like it would never end and now that she was at the finishing line it felt like she was losing momentum. She reached into her pack to pull out her bottle of water, only a few swigs was left. Greyson took a large gulp then poured the rest over her head, the tepid water felt more refreshing than any sort of air conditioning or body of water could provide.
Her black t-shirt dress had been her only outfit during her journey, brushing past the tops of her thighs. Unfortunately most of her clothes were in fact black, which was unfavorable in the sun. She had the compulsion to find a bathroom to fix herself up, change her clothes, make a good impression. Greyson had never felt the compulsion to make a good impression before, but in this moment she inexplicably felt the need. Something in her gut was pushing a feeling she had never felt before, one she couldnโt put into words.
But she was too eager to stop, Greyson hiked her pack back on and kept walking. It would only be twenty more minutes until she arrived.
As she walked, mosquitos bit her legs, causing her to twitch. Santa Cruz never had so many bugs, but the marshy terrain of New Orleans had flocks of mosquitos breeding in every puddle. Greyson was not meant to live in such humidity. Twenty minutes felt like eons, but when she turned up the path that led to the address she had been given - all the weight fell from her shoulders. There were three figures on the porch, two girls and a boy. From the moment she saw the boy, albeit the back of his head, her heart clenched.
Flooded with feelings, Greyson immediately dropped her bags and turned around, walking to the end of the path. She never had felt such a surge of emotions, the most she ever felt was the loss of her family after the war. This feeling wasnโt loss, it was almost fulfillmentโฆand while she had no way to prove it she had a sensation that this boy would complete a piece of her. She couldnโt describe it.
Remaining at the end of the path next to the mail box, Greyson lit a cigarette. Her hands were shaking, and her mind was scattered - she wasnโt sure if the others had noticed her or not but she abandoned her bags half way up the walkway. Until she had a better grasp on the situation she wouldnโt be able to move from her spot.