On a bar stool, sat a girl, at the age of 37, however she looked no different as to how she did twelve years ago, they had promised to age together his body was forever a 27 year old, even when lying six feet under. Through many vigorous hunting for age spells and potions she had finally found one. Yet her eyes were always bloodshot and her experience in both body and soul, was proof that she wasn't some 25 year old.
She was flanked by two 27 year olds, they reeked of alcohol but so did she. This was how she lived her life, she was an empty husk using temporary pleasures to ease the pain of her heart. She would die, but the fear of death still was embedded in her heart, but she knew Death's noose lay loosely around her neck. She lay her head against one of the men's shoulders as he lit her cigarette, yet her eyes were hollowed of emotion. This was how she lived now, the only way she could afford her drinks and god knows what else. She had quit her job at the Ministry, the hunt for Love's secret clawed her insides till she couldn't stand it, cutting off her chance at earning money. However there was no need for her to need money, not anymore, she had a constant supply of clothes, alcohol and trips out.
To these men, she was still a 25 year old, she lied to them but that was life wasn't it. It was full of lies and deception. She learnt her lesson the harsh way, through Blaire. Blaire, the girl who was her friend, murdering the love of her life. Now she had accepted, people changed, as Medea had herself.
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