Somebody has to shine for me, It's difficult not to shine for me ~Depeche Mode

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St Croix would do what she had to in order to get by. The itch festered along her skin. The blistering burns bonding so well with her descent. The drop from the Shine.

She did what she had to do. Tears in her eyes that would never fall left her blue eyes blazing, pleading even as she struggled so hard to hide the pain.

No money to offer you could only go by what you had left. Flesh.

None of it mattered anymore.

Her fingers curled around the small handful of pills that her body had bartered for her.

Like a dancer finding the edge of the stage she would sway. Spin and swallow down those pills. The streets would know her flesh, her sins better then any.

When her eyes found her reflection and the haze that overtook them when the Shine came along she had no choice but to look away.

Until euphoric bliss came through and she was safe, and high, and free. No one could touch her now.

Gold blazing at the wheat-gold of hair, blue eyes summer jewels. She savored this moment as she closed her eyes and the place she knew... the in between. Was hers again to know.