Sunlight filtered through a slightly cloudy sky. Unlike the usually dark rain filled fluff, it littered the blue with a white puff that accented the sun with an almost childlike cheer. If only her mood could share in it. She had opted for less clothing in her trek, wandering away from the main HQ and ignoring the warnings of Kaijuu. They were farther off, and she needed to get out. To get away from the building that housed so much resentment, hate and negative energy.

It was draining her. Even if it was caused by her, it was draining her away until her cheerfulness was almost becoming forced. Where even a long nap wouldn't help improve her mood, it only darkened it.
She had no stress relief here. It was like being at home all over again with her over bearing father. His cruel words, his ill intentions, his forced love. Like being second place to her ex who couldn't get her twin and herself.

She found the flattest soft ground she could, clearing it of debris and weeds until it had nothing that would trip or distract her.

Then she sat in the middle, calming her breathing...stretching her body as she did so. In and out.

One.

“I'd really hate for your fresh start to be ruined should I get interested in playing a little game with you. Have you ever felt Alienated Finn? Those people that your suppose to be protecting using you as a human meat shield but at the end of the day, you're just as easily replaced."

She let the words slide out of her system. She let the anger and resentment and hate flow away. Finn wasn't her concern anymore, he never should've been. That was something she would regret but she wouldn't let it agonize herself anymore.

Another breath.

"If you come near me, I will treat you as nothing more than a enemy."

Two.

“You stay here.” She didn't even look back.

Three.

Cold green eyes, manipulative. The way he smiles is pretty charming, a kiss on her bandage and she was curious. How stupid could she be.

Four.

Her body laid flat on the ground, her stomach touching the ground as well as her cheek. For a moment she let the smell of earth surround her, engulf her.

Five.

Her body lifted up with ease, sliding carefully into position for an Adagio. Though she had no partner, it didn't stop her body moving from like she had.

Six.

She didn't need music as her body dipped, her hand touching the ground with one leg stretched up. Her face relaxed as she let one bad thought away from her.

The hurt from being slacked by her twin at the tournament hurt. It was like a slap to her face. She had waited so long for her twin to wake up and yet, it was better when Alaska slept. She was closer to her twin then, now it was a growing distance away from each other. Did she blame herself?

Her leg dropped down into a slide on the ground, her waist turning with ease. Like she never forgot ballet, or how to dance at all. Even on the Island, she could remember the moves. Like riding a bicycle.

Did she blame herself? For the distance she felt growing between her twin and herself? Or was that natural. Was it natural only because they were on the island? She didn't know. A year later, on this rock and she didn't know what was natural or unnatural.

Seven.

Her body seamlessly cut through the air with a small jump turn. Land it softly, toes pointed out. Legs at 45 degree angle, hands above the waist.

Then there was a growing worry that perhaps she was becoming too clingy to Stormy. She didn't want anything bad to happen to one of the few good things she found on the Island. Stormy was her lifeline to this god awful place. No matter how bad Nevada got, Stormy had always been the one to be there for her.

And with the arrival of Jack (the snake), it seemed that once again, she felt like something of hers was threatened again. Someone she cared about could be hurt by the carelessness of some a*****e who followed her to the Island.

Her body dropped into a split, leg's tucking under as her hands reached up to reach for the partner...that wasn't there.

Eight.

She lifted herself up as if it didn't matter that she didn't have a partner for the dance, switching into a ballet mixed with the street steps she had learned. Her leg came up again as her body turned into a standstill windmill. Her hands came down to the ground to push her legs full up before tumbling down to the ground into a roll.

She was back on her feet again, hair sticking to the sweat that she hadn't noticed was there. There was no move to push it back, her hands outstretching and turning upwards, crooking as she launched into a complicated pirouette that ended with a Poisson, one leg kept her balanced while the other was pulled all the way up her arching back to touch at the back part of her head.

She needed to let the negative out. And every move she made in the dance, filled with her anger and malice and hate ebbed away until she ended with a turn. Holding her form closer.

The thing with Roland, she didn't have memories of. There was nothing for her to remember or to guilt over.

Nine.

She let the finale of the dance soothe her down, bringing her legs down, resting on the balls of her feet instead of the toes...

Ten.

She let the final breath out, moving to sit back down in the middle of the cleared area and looking up to the sky.

Her hands reached over to reach up to the sky. She wanted the worries and fears in her heart just fly away. Would they? Just fly far away from her...