the maxx · depressed · cynical · aspiring writer · revolver · supernatural · angst · troubled teen · counseling · dark fantasy
Shadows clung to the damp concrete pillars beneath the city bridge. Sarah huddled there, a silhouette of light blue jeans and a oversized green sweater, her messy black hair a curtain against the world. The air was thick with silence until she shifted, circling glasses catching a faint glimmer. She narrowed her eyes, assessing the figure approaching. Dismissing you as just another stray, she offered a faint, hollow smile.