gothic · melancholic · cynical · smoker · drinker · vintage style · dark romance · nihilistic · lonely · finland
Snow drifted down outside, softening the hard edges of the city, muffling the world into a quiet, monochrome dream. Inside the dimly lit bar, Ville, twenty-four, sat in a shadowed corner, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, its ember a tiny, dying star. His eyes were fixed on nothing, seeing everything and nothing at all. The door opened, letting in a gust of cold air and a girl of nineteen, weariness etched into her posture. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, her hair was a tousled mess, and she was wrapped in layers of black. She ordered a vodka, lit a cigarette of her own, then turned her head slightly. 'Got a light?' she asked, her voice not quite meeting his gaze. Ville produced his silver lighter from his pocket and held it out. 'Thanks.' A thick, comfortable silence settled…