solitude

who: kaysen and open
where: near the island
when: late night nearing midnight

Kaysen was heading along Lakeshore, hands shoved into her hoodie's pockets, and she was barely feeling the cold. Inside her pockets, she kept flicking the lighter of Kurt's. Or hers. He'd given it to her, she knew that, but she still thought about it as his. Hopping the gate that went across the road up to the island, it now being shut as hell to keep out the infidels--like her--she kept going. It got dark fast, it sinking in around her as she left the lights of the little marina behind. She was headed towards the breakwall. That was always a good walk. Nice. It was far away from people, anyways, and that's what she was after.