At the height of the greatest party in the world, Daisy steps outside to light up a cigarette. The cigarette itself is slim, with a green paper wrapped around the tobacco. She marvels at the fact that something so pretty holds something so sinister, something she keeps indulging in. Maybe she likes the feel of the choke, of having to choose between life and death, solely for herself.
The smoke, green and billowing, swirls around her face. Snow crunches underneath her heeled feet as she makes her way through the dreary, wintery night. The blackest sky hangs above her, littered with stars that twinkle as if they are about to burn out. Twinkle with all your might. For a brief moment, you’ll forget that you were meant to burn.
She’s being too cynical. Takes another puff and fancies herself dragon, pushing the smoke out from between glossy red lips. Besides, it’s not that Daisy doesn’t like parties. Normally, she’s happy to make small talk over drinks, have a dance with a handsome stranger or two. The crush of the crowd is enough for her most nights.
But this is not most nights. She doesn’t understand why no one else understands this. Perhaps it’s why she’s alone in the cold, trying her best to ignore the goosebumps puckering up her bare arms. Her dress isn’t made for this kind of weather, but she came out here for a reason, she has to remember that. There is always a reason for stepping out into the cold when you could just as easily be warm. There is something out here, and she needs to remember it, desperately, much more than she needs to be inside, having cocktails and the time of her life. The time of her life, in her opinion, would be much more enjoyable if there were less people trying to forget that their world was coming to an end.
As she expected, no one notices that she’s gone. No one at all. Which is fine with her. In their position, she wouldn’t notice a change in the air like this either. One of magic, of bated breath, a shimmer.
Better to go out with a bang. With one final puff, Daisy lets the smoke envelope her and lift her from the ground. What a good time they were having, at the party, but all good things had to end, to make way for the new. And it was Daisy’s turn to make sure the era started off right. A roar rips from her mouth, wings sprouting from between her shoulders blades. A transformation, then Daisy zooms towards the party, leaving the cigarette burning hopefully in the snow.
The smoke, green and billowing, swirls around her face. Snow crunches underneath her heeled feet as she makes her way through the dreary, wintery night. The blackest sky hangs above her, littered with stars that twinkle as if they are about to burn out. Twinkle with all your might. For a brief moment, you’ll forget that you were meant to burn.
She’s being too cynical. Takes another puff and fancies herself dragon, pushing the smoke out from between glossy red lips. Besides, it’s not that Daisy doesn’t like parties. Normally, she’s happy to make small talk over drinks, have a dance with a handsome stranger or two. The crush of the crowd is enough for her most nights.
But this is not most nights. She doesn’t understand why no one else understands this. Perhaps it’s why she’s alone in the cold, trying her best to ignore the goosebumps puckering up her bare arms. Her dress isn’t made for this kind of weather, but she came out here for a reason, she has to remember that. There is always a reason for stepping out into the cold when you could just as easily be warm. There is something out here, and she needs to remember it, desperately, much more than she needs to be inside, having cocktails and the time of her life. The time of her life, in her opinion, would be much more enjoyable if there were less people trying to forget that their world was coming to an end.
As she expected, no one notices that she’s gone. No one at all. Which is fine with her. In their position, she wouldn’t notice a change in the air like this either. One of magic, of bated breath, a shimmer.
Better to go out with a bang. With one final puff, Daisy lets the smoke envelope her and lift her from the ground. What a good time they were having, at the party, but all good things had to end, to make way for the new. And it was Daisy’s turn to make sure the era started off right. A roar rips from her mouth, wings sprouting from between her shoulders blades. A transformation, then Daisy zooms towards the party, leaving the cigarette burning hopefully in the snow.