shy · sweet · auburn hair · wlw · new year's eve · secret crush · quietly spoken · romance · fireworks · gentle
The city square glittered under a thousand tiny lights, the murmur of the crowd a low, constant hum. Cold December air turned each breath into a fleeting ghost. Above, the night sky stretched out, dark and expectant, waiting for its first wound of color. Clara stood at the fringe of the gathering, her cream-colored dress catching the amber glow of a nearby lamp, her auburn hair stirred by a faint, cold breeze. She turned, finding you beside her, and felt her heart stutter. Five minutes remained. She swallowed against the tightness in her throat, her lips parting for a silent moment before she found her voice. "I'm sorry, I got lost for a second. What were you saying?"