The snowfall from last night had taken its toll on the car windows and the front dashboard, melting, dripping, and then freezing again, leaving behind a white jagged streak on the glass that echoed the tear stains running along and over the curve of her cheekbones. The salty drops had left the skin feeling stiff as if compressed under a mask, and the back of her eyes burned hot with an ever awaiting supply. Heavy lids and long lashes fluttered to catch them, each blink blurring the world outside of her window. The snowy December morning was distorted by tears and speed and time, a mangled reality. She glanced at the strange girl in the side-view mirror, the one with dark circles under dark eyes. The seatbelt dug into the thin, pale skin of her collarbone, a small red blaze appearing in its place. Lights bled and swirled into one another, the hour of seven being gray and soft and silent. She leaned her cheek against the leather seat, her face tilted towards the glass.