Chapter 5

AN- aaaaaaa, thank you for sticking with me for so long! And thank you for the lovely reviews ;w; I wont blab on for long, just wanted to say a quick thanks again… Here's your dose of Bubbline; as promised

Her legs swung confidently, cutting through the wind like sharp knives, her tattered figure formed a silky shadow on the cold pavement below, and as she stared down at it, she almost forgot how beaten up she looked in the dim sunlight. Bonnibel was always taunted and teased by shadows. She found herself often living in the dark of most situations; the light of common situations blinded her. But for once, she was fully oblivious to her state. In the heat of the moment, she fully forgot about what people might think when they saw her mascara dribble mournfully down her face, and when they heard the chips slit straight through her gentle voice. Although her knees shook violently under the pressure of bruises that laid beneath her skin, she continued to walk with pride in her steps. Each footstep becoming more gracious and powerful than that of the latter.

The rain had somewhat thickened in the icy air. It fell more harshly, in more threatening drops; like a leaky tap, dripping onto a metal sink. The light could scarcely shine through the liquidus spheres that were quickly misshapen, as they fell through the sky. They were heavy. Each one felt like a small cannon ball, aggressively striking Bonnibel as she continued to power walk through the abandoned streets. Families watched in awe as the warrior of a woman strode with a glisten in her eyes. The heavy droplets struck her face, and slid down the gentle curves where her cheek and jaw bones sat.

All of a sudden, she stopped. The rain continued to power down her body, as she stood in the gloomy light that hung all around her. She had finally reached her destination, the one place she had been suffering just to get to. The brick walls of the library towered up tall in front of her, the doors shut tight. Her crystal blue eyes darted back and forth, examining the contents of the library through the opaque window that sat at a medium height on the door. Her heart was beating aggressively through her chest. She could hear her gentle breathing over the rain, which was continuously pattering around her, as she stood, studying the library itself. Long vines curled up the walls, tugging on each other like frozen battling snakes, and the rain trickled blissfully down the shoots and stems of the deep khaki vines, which slowly brushed down all of the tiny, stiff hairs that they were coated in. Colourful leaves had grown out of the shoots and painted the walls in their presence. Some vines gently fell in front of the library doors, which curled into small, winding shapes that got gradually thinner as they got closer to the centre of the spiral.

The small shapes and beautiful patterns on the wall glistened and sparkled in the rain. Small hits of light caught Bonnibel's sight occasionally, however she was slightly blinded by the rain, which was constantly falling onto her pale face, and sliding into her eyes. It was time. She was so cold and beaten up that she knew she needed some warmth and shelter soon, and her best option was the library. She shuffled her feet, grinding them into the pavement, trying to get them to warm up. Her toes gently wiggled in her shoes, brushing against the tights wrapped loosely within them. She was quite clearly nervous, or, at the least, a bit intimidated.

She had only just started to feel fearful now. Thankfully, the fear wasn't an overwhelming one, and, despite the mild butterflies in her stomach, she was doing okay. She took a deep breath, and began to pace slowly forwards; hear head held high and her cheeks tinted with a rosy hue. As she paced continuously closer, the voices inside grew louder. Although the overall sound wasn't that loud, she could identify that the library was quite busy today.

She took her final step to the door, and pushed it ajar. A warm gust of air flowed over her body, making her eyes flutter in delight. The warmth of the library was a very nice change for Bonnibel, since the harsh, icy air hadn't been doing her scorn body any good, and she was aching to sit down and rest her bruised knees. As she looked carefully around the gap in the door, she noticed that, because of the cold weather, many more people had come in to hide from the cold, and she would have to walk through a large crowd before she could reach the safe haven where she would often retreat.

She snuck in, trying desperately not to draw attention to herself, and tiptoed gently through. As she wound through what seemed like an endless sea of people, her legs began to shake subtly again. Trembling, her knees began to give way, and caused her to flail to the ground into a hopeless pile of silent tears. A few salty tears began to fall from her eyes, as the pressure from the ground stung her weak legs. As she bravely lifted her sleeve to her cheeks, and almost gave up all hope of regaining dignity, she felt a warm, friendly hand on her head.