Description
Surrendering to the night's silence, she twirled her prized black hair between her fingertips. Even 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 expectation in their eyes. That gaze trying to peek into her empty heart was terrifying, yet somehow slightly endearing.
The city's cold air flowed into the room, creating a strange silence between them. She slowly smoked her cigarette, trying to hide her trembling fingers, casting a cool smile that seemed both inviting and defensive.
