You're Mine

Hey

Gripping the steering wheel with both hands, quite frustrated with herself. Who was she kidding? Who was she trying to convince in the end? It was painfully obvious she was looking for something and ended up settling for the first thing that came close to what she wanted instead of what she needed. A temporary fix turned to something permanent.

Her heart didn't break to the evidence of not being a priority to someone.

To him.

But it broke for herself. She know she deserve better than what she was getting. Its just, she didn't really care to do anything about it. "Ugh!" she exclaimed. Biting her bottom lip and resting her elbow on her door as she ran her fingers through her bright white hair on the verge of tears. The wind blowing her long tresses everywhere but in her face. She came to the end of the road. The riprap leading up to the lighthouse on a small island standing before her as if it was calling for her feet to trek on it.

Lonely.

Quiet.

Calling for her company.
Just the way she liked it at times. But this time she craved company.

Something she hated to admit. With that thought in mind. Slowly she got out. Her sore bare feet from the grey stilettoes, touching the cool concrete, comforting on the flat surface. A gust of crisp wind gently pushing her to the direction of the path of rocks where she obeyed the hush whispers. Slowly she walked cautiously on the path, staring out into the vast ocean as if a answer for her situation is there. Waiting and longing for one.

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Of course back then she would have taken the summer weather over this depressing thunderstorm. It rained for a week straight.

Looking out the large floor-to-ceiling french window, she sighed as the view of downtown Karakura still look rather depressing. It was too bad that she had to travel out there. Rain wasn't so bad. However the rumble of thunder and the flash of lightening was what she didn't like to be in.

'Gotta get this money.' The thought had her treking on the borderline of did she actually need this job? Or not. Then she looked behind her over the studio apartment and it was apparent that in order to keep this lofty space of hers, then she would need the funds to do that. Zephyr sighed once more. Not like she couldn't stop, being that she was too frustrated. One: it was still raining and two: she just wanted to sleep on this 'fine' Friday evening.
She walked to the bathroom, thankful that she didn't start the process of pressing her platinum curly locks.

Looking to the full figured mirror and checking herself out. Turning to look at her rather plump backside to her wide hips. She even fondled her own breast to determine if she should wear a bra with the mini dress for tonight. Zephyr figured that it would throw her whole assemble off and decided against adding the support. Shaking her head as a deciding factor of a 'no', she also loosened the band from releasing her shimmering curly mane.

"Girl you look good. Stop it already." reassuring herself as she placed a side part in her hair. Bending down to flipping her starlight locks as it fell to her waist. Just for safe measure she grabbed coco butter and rubbed it against her buttery brown skin. Golden complexion springing to life just as her confidence did.

It was said that gold and silver never looked good together, and she often got teased for her hair color when younger. However her older sister also protected her and put a stop to any of the nonsense.

Fixing the mini dress that clung to her hourglass figure. Ironing out any wrinkles across the silk material, and untwisting the spaghetti strap that made a 'X' pattern on her bare back to the top of what her mother blessed her with, q rather plump and high backside. She once again flexed. Twisting and turning, looking all over her frame before deciding for the final time that she looked great.