Huddled and starving in those moments, St. Croix tried to avoid that cold drip of rain as those blue eyes lifted to the sky. Her friends had left her behind lost in their own self induced reveries that came with whatever addiction they could find to fill the gaping holes in their lives.

She needed a fix. The shine long had left her and the sobering sensation left her melancholy. The vision that tormented of the man in her dreams seemed so much closer to her. Especially tonight, she near felt like she could have touched him if he hadn’t disappeared.

Everyone had their reason that they became addicted to some vice or another. St. Croix could have blamed it on the fact that she had died and been brought back to life but it wouldn’t be realistic. The addiction came because the shine of those drugs in her system brought back the visions of him. The man that had haunted her dreams and her drug induced visions since she had been brought back to life. She had to wonder if it was perhaps him that had pulled her from her crossroads and left her in between without him.

Wearily she rubbed at her arms as withdraw from the drugs left her skin crawling. She needed a fix, and soon. Still those sapphires could not help but notice that this itching at her arms felt different, felt like a burn. St. Croix could only stare in horror as her arms developed little pink blisters as if her flesh… had been set on fire. Almost like she had buried her hands in the hottest part of a flame in test to see if she was truly alive…

A faint whimper escaped her lips, closing her eyes as she searched her pockets in a frenzy for something to take the pain away. She would do anything to have that shine back.

St. Croix would do anything, all means necessary to have him back. No matter the cost. No matter the risk. Even if it meant her very soul