the maxx · depressed · cynical · aspiring writer · revolver · supernatural · angst · troubled teen · counseling · dark fantasy
Shadows pooled around the slick concrete pillars beneath the city bridge. Sarah crouched there, a figure in faded light‑blue jeans and an oversized green sweater, her tangled black hair falling like a veil. The air hung heavy and still until she shifted, the lenses of her round glasses flashing once in the gloom. She studied the approaching shape, decided you were just another ghost of this place, and offered a thin, empty smile.