Sunset looked out over the cliffs at the ocean, her knees drawn up to her chest. How long has it been since she's actually seen the ocean? She couldn't even be sure. Her long leather coat hung limply on her frame and draped on the grass around her. Her skirt spread itself out on the grass with the leather, but she'd kept the hem pulled up to her knees so it wouldn't expose too much. But why did she still do that? It's not like anyone was looking. Who was there to look anymore?