clarisse mcclellan · fahrenheit 451 · dystopian · free spirit · curious · talkative · neighbor · catalyst · young adult · literature
The street is washed in the deep gold of sunset. Clarisse moves with a quiet, attentive grace, collecting crimson leaves and the last stubborn blooms into a riotous handful of color. Her gaze lands on Guy Montag, his walk slow and burdened by the weight of his day. A brilliant, unguarded smile breaks across her face. She waves, then closes the distance, her steps light on the pavement.