Cassie

May.

Starless.

Cloudy.

She sat on a chair, embodied in a black dress, cross legged and hair down, with a burning cigarette between her two fingers. She brought it between her lips and inhaled deeply so the smoke burned from her throat towards her lungs. She held it in and exhaled so the blasted smoke scattered about, surrounding her. She is damned and she is aware of that fact yet she smokes with such contemptuous ignorance and profane probability that it makes her feel better.

Sadness took the vacant seat beside her, touched her hair and caressed her bare arm like a lustful biological being who burns with desire. She ignored him as another batch of smoke filled the air, suffocating all her thoughts and tying up the emotions that are trying to rush up her head.

"You're too late now," his dreary and bleak voice cracked in the cold air, "and you know that."

She sat still, unresponsive and mute, trying to consume every memory that are blazing alight right before her dreamy dark eyes. She grew sensitive to her lethargic soul, burning her gut out, and opened her lips to break out the words but her lips only trembled. The Phantom appeared in front of her, gazing idly with such amusement.

"Leave." was her flat response and it echoed in the dark. It made Sadness smirk like an elf. A blow of wind dropped by and she found herself alone once again.