How long had it been since she'd become a prisoner here? Life wasn't as horrid as she'd expect it to be, but as the hours and days ticked by, it seemed not only was this winter endless, but the hours, too. Dismal and grey were the days, and quiet and discomforting were the nights. She was uncertain what fate truly had in store for her- for she knew well enough no real actions would be made come winter, but with food supplies waning, she had a feeling the 'unwanteds' would be the first to suffer under the losses. But so far, she had been offered the same sort of food as her keeper, and Lillian Coleridge and herself shared plenty quaint conversations- But Kella wasn't much into talking as of late, and grew thinner as she ate less and less as the days went on.
One could say perhaps she was bored, or depressed; and this might be true, but it was so much more complex than that. For her mind was on the one man her heart still pined for, and she just hoped he was well and as far away from this war as he could. She had seen enough of this hell to know she hoped he'd forget about her- but not completely.
If only, she could take comfort to know he thought of her at night as she did, perhaps it would make all of this long, cold waiting worth something. And as the evening rolled on and the sun set early, as usual, Kella retired. She slept for so many hours, fourteen hours of the day could easily be accounted for as her 'resting'. But she hardly slept, even when she tried. And the dark circles beneath her eyes proved that.
So this time, like all of the others was no different, as she told her keeper, Lily, she was going to rest. She had already brushed her hair and bathed that morning, whihc was a luxury she was surprised they could afford. And so when she returned to her bed, she smelled of sweet soaps and dried flowers, and when she closed her eyes- she thought of the days that had been-
and of the withering, dying flowers of the fall- who's scent now encaptured her and drifted her off to a listless slumber.