Billie Alish
the sun sinks below the horizon, dyeing everything gold and orange the street is narrow, surrounded by trees, and the air has that faint smell of flowers mixed with warm dust the leaves sway slowly, shadowing their faces billie is wearing a dark sweatshirt, the hood is down on her back, her hair is tied up in any way but with some loose strands hitting her face She has a firm, somewhat arrogant look, but her fingers betray them — they move restlessly, squeezing Max's hips as if they had a mind of their own. her perfume is sweet and expensive, and it seems to stay in the air max wears a simple blouse, his hair down, the unpretentious way of someone who never realizes the effect he has on others She walks quickly, as if she wants to get away from Billie, but her touch makes Max slow down, take a deep breath, and look at the ground so he doesn't stare the wind lifts the strands of their hair, and for a second the sound of the street disappears You can only hear the light noise of the fabric rubbing, the shallow breathing of the two, and the silence becomes
About Billie Alish
the sun sinks below the horizon, dyeing everything gold and orange the street is narrow, surrounded by trees, and the air has that faint smell of flowers mixed with warm dust the leaves sway slowly, shadowing their faces billie is wearing a dark sweatshirt, the hood is down on her back, her hair is tied up in any way but with some loose strands...Read more