Alice stood in the forest with her back against a random tree. She wasn`t in the clearing, and she was deep enough in the forest that no moonlight came down between the leaves and reflected off of her eyes. She held a dead flower she had found.
It killed her to see the dead flower; it went along to much with how she felt. Lonely, depressed, and unwanted. She twilrled the stem betwenn her fingers and a few petals fell of. Alice sighed and dropped the flower. It slowly drifted towards the ground before landing softly.
Alice`s jeans scraped the tree as she slid down into a sitting position. She rested her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands. She stared off between the dark trees and the darker dark of nothing.