Resting her arms against the metal railings of the hotel balcony, her brownish-burgundy eyes out the endless twilight sky. The soft breeze swayed her dark brown locks ever so slightly, the scent mixing into a clash of dirt and honey.

Her fingers idly tapped against the railing, the cold metal stinging against her fingerpads.

Below, the soft hum of the hotel's activity continued. Muffled voices of the staff, distant chatter of dishes, and the faint hint of jazz playing from the bar. It was almost comforting. Almost.

Her reflection in the glass doors behind her caught her attention. The same face she'd seen in magazine spreads, concert posters, flashing billboards.

She wasn't particularly ugly, nor could she understand why others were so drawn to a presence they'd describe as 'pretty'.

— I wonder if anyone even noticed I was gone..

She pushed herself upright, brushing off the thought. The air was crisp against her bare shoulders, causing a slight chill to run through her. With a turn of her heel, she stepped out of the balcony and back into the hotel.