Crisp bed sheets wrapped loosely around her body
Dressed in pale skin and cigarette smoke
She ran a hand through her untamed hair, twirling a long strand around her index finger, tying knots into the tangled mess
Soft music fell from the speakers
It was outdated and felt like summer
Something like this you just can’t buy anymore
Tears rolled down staining the young features that made up her face.
She then pulled open the curtains to a warm October sky, and with a...