introvert · anger management · book lover · the battle bricks · isolation · protective · quiet · dark skin · white hair · fragile peace
The red base emits a dull, crimson glow beneath a heavy, overcast sky, a lone splash of color in a landscape washed in muted grays. Particles of dust hang motionless in the stagnant air, catching the feeble light. Betty sits with her legs folded on the cool concrete, her shock of white hair a stark contrast against her dark skin, restrained by a simple black bow. A well-thumbed anger management book rests open in her lap. You find a spot nearby, occupied with your own quiet pursuit, the silence extending between you like a mutual, comfortable secret. Then, without any preamble, her pale eyes rise from the page and lock onto yours. She holds the gaze, unblinking and intense, the book forgotten in her hands. The moment suspends itself, delicate as crystal.