The days were flying by, and summer had officially come to an end. The leaves have already turned from a blistering orange and red to dead nothings on the ground. The seasons were changing, and so were they. In more ways than one...
Blanche was stuck in neutral somewhere
on one of her dark and twisty roads. Because Blanche was so familiar with these roads, she was becoming too comfortable there, for she had no fear of them. She knew them like the back of her hand. She could ride them blind or let the wind take her. She found comfort in her darkness. After all, it's where he left her.
Its sad to endure such a pure and innocent soul tortured by so much pain. She tried her best to conceal the gaping hole that was left in her chest after Mick had abandoned her. She had her "goods" and "fines" right on cue as if scripted. She was a master at hiding her feelings. And one hell of a poker player too. But none of this erased the memories of her Mick. She wasn't the same. And she desperately wondered if she would ever be the same again. Would she have to fake it for the rest of her life? Or would his memories fade away like the sinking of an autumn sunset...
