How did she even make it this far? Was it talent or just dumb luck? Beca found herself locked in a struggle with such thoughts for some time now, starting about a week ago. Even after all this time, after all the hours she spent laughing and smiling with friends and family, here she was - almost...broken? Yeah, broken. She had been missing her spark for a while, dating way back to when her grandfather passed away. After that, it seemed like one thing after another - and most of those things she would rather forget all about.
For all the sulking she did, Beca knew the only good way of pushing through it all was to focus on the now. To focus on what she had, and what she wanted, and less on what she lost or when. About ten minutes passed since she had caught her reflection in a window, meaning ten minutes had gone by with her staring right back at herself. She wondered how strange it must have looked to any passersby, or if anyone had even come by to begin with. This was loneliness - being out on the town, but with no one in sight. Especially in a place like Aurozora. But hey, that's what she got for wandering around so late.
The Basiroa District always had something to do, hence her fancy for said part of the island. In any case where Beca found herself with free time, this is where she'd be - Basiroa, wandering around aimlessly. Aimless. The word echoed through her thoughts, fading out into a soft little hum that finally broke her focus from the mirror. Her hands flew up from her sides, her palms pressing firmly against her ears as she let out a monotonous whine.
It always hurt.
Rubbing her hands against her ears for a moment, Beca sighed before slipping her headphones up over her ears. A tune played, nothing specific just something to occupy her wandering mind. It was unlike her to drift off like this, unlike her to lose that grounding she had worked so hard to maintain. Some might say that the last few years had put Beca through a lot - being as young as she was, living the life she had to. All this and more for her work.
What she needed now, more than anything, was a distraction.
Something, anything, to make it go away.