Nihility

The view was beautiful. High as hell, but beautiful.

Below, in the hospital garden, a group of kids—probably her age, maybe younger—ran around like they had no idea what 'fragile' even meant. Their laughter floated up, mixing with the distant sounds of the city, making the whole thing feel like a movie scene. Some were playing tag, others were messing around with a soccer ball, and a few had gathered under a tree, trading secrets that probably weren't even that interesting.

She watched them, her dark eyes unreadable.

She could have any toy in the world. Dolls custom-made to her liking, playrooms bigger than most apartments, a whole damn amusement park if she asked for it. But she couldn't have that. That simple, stupid thing—running, playing, being out there, feeling the grass under her feet.

But did it bother her?