Loud sobs and the word 'no' being repeated over and over echoed throughout the frozen courtyard, yet they were heard only by the falling frosted flakes and met with no response. Lucy's heavy footsteps were met with no resistance, nor did the sobs coming from her heavy heart meet any quelling. Tears streaming down her face, flooding her face rougher than they ever had before, she was running as hard and fast as she could. She had no direction, no destination, she just wanted to get away from where she was as fast as she could. She was running away in the middle of a blizzard...running in a winter terror land.
She was running from failure, one of the things she couldn't stand, and the disappointment of others...which she could stand even less. The worst of it was that it wasn't even her fault, and yet she was taking the blame, and she couldn't handle that...she just couldn't. So she ran, ran away from fear and despair, tears soaking her pretty pink dress that she wore in literally the worst kind of weather for it. At one point, she slipped and fell, but she quickly pushed herself up out of the cold powder on the ground and continued to run. She didn't want to be caught, she didn't want to be found...she wanted to fade away, to never feel again, to cease existing. She didn't want to have to deal with what had happened, she couldn't deal with it, there was no way she could handle it.
She slipped and fell again, and after trying to pick herself up she slipped in the process and fell into the cold powder again, and this time she decided not to attempt to get up again. Maybe the snow would melt and she would sink away to the bottom of the lake it could form. Maybe the snow would never melt, and she would be locked away forever in a crypt of ice and snow, never to be uncovered again. Both of those options sounded great to her, and she laid there as the snow quickly covered traces where she lay and soon began to cover her tracks.
She was running from failure, one of the things she couldn't stand, and the disappointment of others...which she could stand even less. The worst of it was that it wasn't even her fault, and yet she was taking the blame, and she couldn't handle that...she just couldn't. So she ran, ran away from fear and despair, tears soaking her pretty pink dress that she wore in literally the worst kind of weather for it. At one point, she slipped and fell, but she quickly pushed herself up out of the cold powder on the ground and continued to run. She didn't want to be caught, she didn't want to be found...she wanted to fade away, to never feel again, to cease existing. She didn't want to have to deal with what had happened, she couldn't deal with it, there was no way she could handle it.
She slipped and fell again, and after trying to pick herself up she slipped in the process and fell into the cold powder again, and this time she decided not to attempt to get up again. Maybe the snow would melt and she would sink away to the bottom of the lake it could form. Maybe the snow would never melt, and she would be locked away forever in a crypt of ice and snow, never to be uncovered again. Both of those options sounded great to her, and she laid there as the snow quickly covered traces where she lay and soon began to cover her tracks.
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- She's not at 'excited speed', so she's running at a normal speed.