Not my best, but my muse is being a bit funny recently. Apologies for the long wait! 
Lucia ignored the words of her companion. She was too busy trying to work out where her strange behaviour had come from. It was out of character, it wasn’t normal. She didn’t like it one bit, and it confused her. Staring blankly at the ground, she brought the bottle to her lips and finished the contents. Her voice was quiet now, contemplative. Lucia was almost on a different planet it seemed, lost in thought yet speaking aloud. Whether it was intentional or not, well, that was a mystery.
“You’d be surprised what death can do to someone. It can change you; shape you in ways you thought were impossible. It can snap hearts, melt brain cells… it can make dreams real, and reality the dream…” Was anything she was saying making sense? Lucia was barely even aware she was speaking, let alone whether it was understandable or not. She didn’t care. Whatever was on her mind, it had definitely flicked a switch. The lights were on, but nobody was home.
“Yet the one thing that is worse than death… love.” A dark cloud drifted over her face, a threatening glow in her eyes. However, the dark female didn’t move, it barely seemed like she was breathing as her chest moved in and out with the shallowest of movements. “Love can change you in more ways. It can steal your mind, make it something else, warp it to a point where you don’t even know that you’re not you anymore… where memories become forgotten, where the dreams have become nightmares, and the nightmares… they’re reality.”
Her words trailed off. Her tone had been eerie, disturbing almost. Something had snapped in her head, but after a moment or two of silence, Lucia’s posture shifted. Her eyes became aware again, as she lifted her head to face the other woman. Smiling like nothing had happened, oblivious to the events moments ago, Lucia reached for another bottle. She was getting quite drunk now, more so than before. She would have to stop soon, it could become dangerous. She could drink herself to death… that would be a right shame, wouldn’t it?
“…You alright over there? How’s that alcohol hitting you? Good I hope…” She pulled out the cork in the top of her new bottle, a small pop meeting her ears. Still smiling slightly, more a smirk of sorts, Lucia continued to speak. She was a strange, strange creature. Perhaps Axelle already knew that.
“This is the life, huh? Booze, solitude, and the occasional cigarette… Who needs men?”
She was clearly drinking her sorrows away.