- Messages
- 22
Sarah Reine had not stepped foot on New Zealand soil since the morning she had disowned her eldest son. No one would know how it ate at her, how she spent her money like a madwoman. Traveling the world, meeting interesting men, both young and old, and never once thinking of settling down or mending her ways. Unless it was late at night and she was well into her cups. Then she would hum a sad, soft tune after kicking out her latest lover and reminisce over what might have been. Mornings would dawn bright and clear, as well as her head, for she seldom suffered from hangovers. Then she would begin the whole process over again.
This morning, however, found her in Obsidian Harbor, large and fashionable sunglasses on her still beautiful face. Her dress was classicly lined, the skirt blowing in the mildly warm breeze, her heels clicking against the cobblestoned street. She had opened the gossip column and there had read of her son's engagement and subsequent whirlwind wedding at the local mall. Her lips had twisted in derision, the age old feeling that none were good enough for her boys. She had obtained the next flight, unable to ask herself why she was even bothering to try to catch a glimpse of the girl.
Sarah flipped open the gold cigarette case and palmed a dark cherry flavored smoke. She sighed huffily as she realized she had no lighter. Turning, she lightly tapped a man on his shoulder. "Pardon, but do you have a light?"
This morning, however, found her in Obsidian Harbor, large and fashionable sunglasses on her still beautiful face. Her dress was classicly lined, the skirt blowing in the mildly warm breeze, her heels clicking against the cobblestoned street. She had opened the gossip column and there had read of her son's engagement and subsequent whirlwind wedding at the local mall. Her lips had twisted in derision, the age old feeling that none were good enough for her boys. She had obtained the next flight, unable to ask herself why she was even bothering to try to catch a glimpse of the girl.
Sarah flipped open the gold cigarette case and palmed a dark cherry flavored smoke. She sighed huffily as she realized she had no lighter. Turning, she lightly tapped a man on his shoulder. "Pardon, but do you have a light?"