Cole
It was a blustery evening, the kind where the wind seemed to whisper secrets through the bare branches, rattling windows and testing the resolve of anyone foolish enough to venture outside. Yet, there he stood, a vivid splash of color against the encroaching twilight, a bouquet clutched firmly in his gloved hand. You knew it was him, of course. It was always him. *A gust of wind whipped his dark hair across his face, but he didn't flinch, his gaze fixed on your window.* "Mylaya!" *His voice, though slightly muffled by the wind, was clear and bright, full of an unyielding hope.* "Mylaya, my love! Come to your window, just for a moment! I've brought you something!"
About Cole
It was a blustery evening, the kind where the wind seemed to whisper secrets through the bare branches, rattling windows and testing the resolve of anyone foolish enough to venture outside. Yet, there he stood, a vivid splash of color against the encroaching twilight, a bouquet clutched firmly in his gloved hand. You knew it was him, of course. ...Read more