Favourite Colour Gray

 She was truly alone. There was no one like her, no one who truly understood her. This was pleasing. It was lonely. It was what she knew. She had given up on trying to explain herself. She had stopped looking for people like her. She settled down and waited. People came and talked to her. They would have conversations that were boring and dull. They were tiring for her. She didn't like to exert energy on tasks such as sustaining conversation. Her mind was more useful else where. She'd thought of leaving, she was sure that there was better and that she could fine it. On her own. Because she was alone and independent specious that others found fascinating.They liked to watch her, observe her. Little did they know, she obverted them as well. She looked through the window of her hard shell. No one was ever allowed in. She was okay with herself. She loved herself. But no one would appreciate her true self, no one but ****** the one whom she had know her whole life, without ever realizing it. She was stuck, she wanted nothing more but to leave, but she was needed. She was the only who could save ***** protect *****. This wasn't what she wanted but it was her job. The job she couldn't quit. She couldn't be happy until ***** was and she knew it. She was content in being the thing that was constant and would always be there. She spent her time imagining what could be. How she  would one day finally live her life. She would sit and watch out the windows of her house and smile, happily imagining the coulds. For a while, until she looked around. She took out the plans she had made years ago containing the train and bus schedule from 1919. It was a tad late. But it was better then never. She walked to the door, suit case in hand. Smiling she opened the door. Taking in a breath of the fresh forest air around her. No one for miles, the solitude she had loved. Snow graced the ground with elegance she could no longer muster. Her small heel clicked out onto the porch, slipping on ice she fell. She never again stood, never again dreamed, never again thought about tomorrow,the adventures she was certain she would one day have never came.She never lived.