So this is basically nothing

One cold night of firs swirling from wind gusts, endless gust that grew rawrer and bigger throughout hours, and louder of whistles and murmurs that, all in all, meant nothing, but to human ear that picks up, they could reassemble words and tell secrets of their own. It's all in your head. A mind of a human paints us the grey scardy face we see on the big white circle called moon, a mind of a human tries to categories every seen view, that's why in dark we see so much of shapes and shadows that look like humans, crosses, and coffins... It doesn't look like that, but our head adds a little of halucination up. Maybe it's for our own protection, so we could recognise things better just from details and save ourselves when in danger, but really, most often we create ourselves the fear, which is simply not there.
It was one same night, that 2 completely different girls lived in 2 completely different ways.
Lily was on her way home, cutting short narrow streets and skipping her way through the gloomy streetlights, that added a bit of gold to the background of blue in the finished picture. She wasn't very joyful, or blissful or anything like that, she was actually quite depressed in the heart, this little black rock that was pressing her little heart down. A tune was playing in her ipod, a tune of quite a soft & easy beat, but the lyrics made their own impression of an uneasy feel of needing someone by your side who would care, and spoke about a left out heart. But that soft cry only reflected her own emotions, wasn't something of a down-put. Actually, songs you feel empathic to make you feel a little comforted. That's what she thought too. So on the narrowest tiny streep of a sand-path she took making a shortcut, near the garage-rooftop, that held a tall pine forest further from it (it wasn't actually a big city or anything like that. More like a rather quiet neighbourhood with lots of tree plots and pretty corners of nature upheld.) she saw a face on the side of one pine tree. Pine heads against the mastic yellow sky were highlighted in their crinkled edges, and one edge surprisingly looked like a woman's face. "Yeah, funny nature is. Or how funny your head makes it." Her thoughts while walking on the garage roof, that had the colour of petroleum. Her little heart was pressed down over the problem of people's conversation. They couldn't speak straight and heart-laid-out anymore. The farther it goes conversations are getting short and empty among people. When distance builds up with friends they have less to say too, yeah... But even with best friends around she could not always express emotions best. She would love to stay with them longer, and try to speak the heart out... But sometimes her head would just not work and she would forget what she wanted to say... Almost like whenever she forgets to speak loudly of some detail she'd freak inside and leave uneasy. Does seem kinda weird. She was standing on the little stairsteps, with a few short pines around, at the path's twist to right. She was looking at the profile she saw engraved on a tree. Engraved - it was a quiet and calm night. No wind, not a flutter in the spikes and branches. The sky looked bluer to the right when she finally moved on. The few houses on the right side of the street went up on a slight hill, and there was this little abandoned, shabby and ragged house. Maybe someone lived there, there was this mess in the small space of a front yard. But shabby houses always got her attention. They were scary, and mistic, and romantic for some of the part. The yellowy sky further on met up with blue, as more and more of it showed. On top of her own house, which was far up ahead, with big open eyes, or lighted windows, the sky hung dark & blue. And on her right now was another shabbed-up house with a rooftop that made room for a cozy attic (what she loved most of older buildings) and then a mix of big trees such as birches, lindens and firs. Anyway, the oasis where the blue met yellow was beautiful, at few steps even covered by a tall conifer, the line where they met. She loved colours transitioning, and in general she found every shade of a colour beautiful, of it's essential. A beautiful song with a soothing voice put her in a dreamy mood, and the night had also spread it's influence of sinking into deep thoughts for her, this sensitive spirit... Sometimes it's hard to make conversations, and with all the bravory and self confidence she thought she had gained, she didn't think she was enough sociable, she still felt frightened of embarrassing situations. She's blushy, she wouldn't kow what to do. She doesn't have all of the confidence needed to make friends, meeting people was just so hard for her, but she wanted new friends, she wanted to make friendship work... "Human relationships are so complex, but interesting, as you need to find a way out of it, and you always try to express your emotions without having anyone get offended, cause people simply take words depending on their mood, and you yourself sometimes say a stronger word without much of thinking, or of not finding the right one. Gosh, there are so many reasons why people get pissed off. After all, they observe from their own position and make judgements regarding their own state. It's worst when people can't take a joke for non other than a joke, and when people put others down regardless of their own nasty guilt in the story." A line of words broke off the strip when she realised she doesn't always do otherwise herself. She should look back at herself more too.  "Yeah... Well human relationships are interesting. We're made for social communities and we have to be social. Afterall it's so damn lonely alone." This wasn't out of nothing. She had to deal with loads of complicated personas in her life, or so she thought. Her granddad who was judgement, and had a big problem with narticism, pessimism, and, she even thought he always solidifies the colours, as in with his link to perfectionism while nailing any kind of a work, came a sort of a magnify-everything quality. And not to the better side. Yeah, he was emotional, very impulsive and hot-headed. But his writing style was so similar to hers, the pretty details almost to a sickening sweetness. Her father who seemed to always get irritated, and then speak to her in a harsh voice. Well, men aren't so sensitive. Even if her granddad states they are the greater philosophers, while women are just materialistic.
Maybe her mom, but not her. Now she was home. A few kids launched fireworks later that evening next to the bridge-facing fence. And then the wind came up and swooped up the trees... The 2 firs downright her home landscape, one taller, other shorter, they were swinging like 2 sisters suffering from the shakes of the ground.
At that time it was exactly midnight. That time Pepper was just about to leave house and shake the ground in town. She zipped her leather jacket, she wore jeggings and a cute white fluff ball hanging from a pocket. Yes, there was room for two slanting pockets in the front, both saved room for just about... a paper leaf. She wore her hair loose completely, her hair was cut in ric-racks on sides, and a fringe with a straight, well the slightest slighty curled-in edge. Her eyes were dark brown, her eyelashes all prepped out for a sexy stare. A bit cat-slit.. and she had a silver nose ring on the right side. Judging by everything - she was fierce and spunky. And now she held a helmet ready to move out.
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-Kiri