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the woman.
you see a woman standing...or sitting, in clearly a poor and not taken care of situation..her hair oily and dirty from days of not showering...her face beat up for some reason..yet lacking so much color. her eyes gaze and hold a strong sense of nothingness..the color gone, from the cold light in the room that shines above her. even her lips were blue..what was her name?
was it kate?...stacy?...or was she just homeless?
her hair was tangled and unbrushed, flies flew around her presence from the smell of almost a rotting corpse. is she even alive?
what was her story..? is she alive? was she abused? killed?
that's the thing about mystery. only our minds can assume or think of scenarios ourselves. some a sad, tragic story, some angry, and more on the worst-case-scenario side.
unless we have the proof and solution.
there's also a blue glove covered hand, with dark brown skin as the wearer. the hand seemed to be holding her face...or was it caressing her face?..
-the woman.