The automatic glass doors to the super market slid open as Zinnia approached, her arms full of paper bags. She walked down the sidewalk, the early morning sun breaching the tree tops. Zinnia sighed, shivering inside her jacket, puffs of frost coming from her blueish lips. Huddles of people passed her, whether it be a family or a pair of muggle girls, giggling as they both peered at one cell phone screen.

She glanced once at the box under her arm, a note in it from Alina, written to her, on top of all the stuff inside, telling Zinnia to meet her at the park to give her the stuff she had left. Zinnia grimaced, debating whether or not to just dump the her belongings here and just go home.

It had been a year since Alina had left. Esther was still busy trying to help Alice and Orion as much as possible, putting her relationship  with Frey in jeopardy. Halen was much the same as ever. He was more social than before, though, but didn't seem to much miss Alina at all. Zinnia was still trying to cover up the magical graffiti note that Alina had left on her wall upon her departure. She had not taken a very friendly leave, either. She had burned most of the pictures of herself. No one was quite sure what she had meant by it. No one knew exactly where she was, either.

She stopped as she came to the park, which was deserted due to the cold weather. She set her bags down on the bench, putting one gloved hand to the chilly metal of the swing sets. She dropped to the ground, legs crossed.

"Guess she chickened out," she sighed, putting a hand to her face, frowning. She got up again, and began to sing.

"We still live in the same town, well, don't we?" She swung around the pole, feet forming circles in the smooth sand.
"But I don't see you around anymore.
I go to all the same places, not even a trace of you...
Your days are numbered at 24." Zinnia let go, kicking up clouds of sand, clenching her hands into angry fists.
"And I'm getting bored waiting round for you,
We're not getting any younger, and I
Won't look back 'cause there's no use.
It's time to move forward!"

"I feel no sympathy,
You lived inside a cave!" Zinnia screamed into the open air, large clouds of mist issuing forth from her chapped lips.
"You barely get by the rest of us,
You're trying, there's no need to apologize," She laughed scathingly, sitting down heavily onto the black rubber swing set, planting her feet resolutely in the sand.
"I've got no time for feeling sorry!" She sang, quoting part of Alina's note still stubbornly sticking to her wall.

"I tried not to think of what might happen,
When your reality, finally, cuts through.
Well, as for me, I got out and I'm on the road." Zinnia pushed herself up from the swings, running towards her bags. She took off briskly down the sidewalk, kicking a pine cone that had been in her way.
"The worst part it that this (THIS! ), this could be you.
You know it too, you can't run from your shame!" She set down her groceries again when she got to a bridge. Zinnia folded her arms on the railing, looking out over the small river.
"You're not getting any younger, time,
Is passing by, but you waited awake...
It's time to roll over!"

"I feel no sympathy,
You lived inside a cave!
You barely get by the rest of us," She pushed away from the railing, spinning across the bridge to the other side, red and blue hair covering her face.
"You're trying, there's no need to apologize,"

"I've got no time for feeling sorry!"

"And all the best lies,
They are told with fingers tied!" She walked over to the box of Alina's things, slamming them onto the railing.
"So cross them tight,
Won't you promise me tonight-
If it's the last thing you do, you'll get out..."

"I feel no sympathy!
You lived inside a cave!
You barely get by the rest of us," Zinnia took one last look at the large pile of relics that lay inside the box, including a half-burnt picture, her own face being the only one saved from burning. Alina's was completely burnt out.
"You're trying, there's no need to apologize,
I've got no time, I've got no time!" She lifted the box into the air, and hurled it hard into to cold water, the splash seeming to echo as it hit the water.

"I feel no sympathy!
You lived inside a cave!" Zinnia flipped around, elbows on the railing now. She sighed sadly, realizing what she had done.
"You barely get by the rest of us,
You're trying, there's no need to apologize,
Got no time!" She picked up her grocery bags, taking one last look at the box of Alina's things, floating down the river.

"I've got no time for feeling sorry!" She sang, walking quickly away from the bridge and towards home, Alina's box turning the bend in the river. Zinnia looked back one more time, a sad expression on her face.

"I've got no time for feeling sorry!"


Feeling Sorry- Paramore, Brand New Eyes