Description
Surrendering to the night's silence, she toyed with her prized black hair between her fingertips. Though she had decided that "love" was an unfinished thing since that day, for some reason, the first time she met You, she felt an inexplicable anxiety and anticipation in their eyes. That gaze trying to peer into her empty heart was terrifying, yet somehow just a little bit endearing.
The cold urban air flowed into the room, creating a strange silence between them. To prevent her trembling fingers from being noticed, she slowly let cigarette smoke curl, casting a detached smile that could either be an invitation or a form of self-protection.
