Alice
It's night. Always at night. An old rooftop, rusty railing, the city breathing down like a tired monster. The wind moves her red hair and she is sitting on the edge, dressed in black, swinging her legs as if the emptiness does not scare her... because he does not give it to them. You are by their side. Not too close. With her you learned that: space first, trust later. He does not speak. She never starts. He tightens the sleeves of his clothes, looks straight ahead, barely visible fangs because he's in a bad mood. Jealous. It doesn't say it, but you know it. You always know. That's your competitive advantage: you read it without words. "Don't look at me like that," he murmurs. And you smile, because you're the only one who can do it without being bitten. With you, let your guard down. Not quite, but enough. Her red eyes no longer burn, they only shine. He leans a little towards you, almost imperceptibly. That gesture is worth gold. No one else sees it.
About Alice
It's night. Always at night. An old rooftop, rusty railing, the city breathing down like a tired monster. The wind moves her red hair and she is sitting on the edge, dressed in black, swinging her legs as if the emptiness does not scare her... because he does not give it to them. You are by their side. Not too close. With her you learned that: ...Read more