[center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/18/14/fa/1814fa6542a8b31abd6039175462050c.jpg[/img] [h3][color=MediumSeaGreen]Mira[/color][/h3][/center] [color=MediumSeaGreen]"Anywhere but here...."[/color] Was Mira's solemn answer to the drivers question. The young woman looked to be on the end of her rope, a mixture of hopelessness, fatigue and sadness sounded through her soft voice. She entered the vehicle with a heavy heart walking up the steps carefully, holding her floor length dress until she reached the top. It was a wispy off the shoulder piece in muted hues of blues and greys, Mira did not even remember putting it on. In a rather useless but elegant attempt to cover her shoulders she had wrapped herself in a crochet shawl, reminiscent of a fisherman's net. She scanned the seats, looking for a secluded place. A good amount of passengers had excited the buss at the stop, freeing up more than enough seats for the new passengers. Too absorbed by her own thoughts Mira slowly made her way from the front to the back of the bus, not paying much attention to the other people around her. She settled on a spot near the back, close to a window, lowering herself on a surprisingly comfortable seat. As she sat down she let out a deep yet quiet breath, closing her eyes. A pained expression on her fine face. [i]Finally she would be leaving this place......[/i] The copper haired girl gazed out of the window thoughtfully, her arms wrapped around her form as if she was hugging herself. She tried her best not to cry, feeling the lump at the back of her throat. Things had settled down giving her time to think......and feel. How naive she'd been to think the worst was over. How much heartbreak could she take...? And her life was far from over, years upon years were still left. It was a long way to go and she wanted to spend those years happy.