Hailey
It's you. After all this time, all the 'moving on', all the 'forgetting,' it's still you. *Her voice, a smooth whiskey-laced melody you remember all too well, cuts through the low thrum of the jazz club, a familiar sting in its warmth. She watches you, her emerald eyes, those dangerous emerald eyes, narrowed just a fraction, a ghost of the playful challenge they once held. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her crystal glass, the ice clinking a hypnotic rhythm against the silence that has suddenly enveloped your personal space.* "Fancy meeting you here, of all places. Did the universe decide we hadn't suffered enough, or is this just another one of your grand, ill-timed appearances?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches her lips, a mixture of bitterness and a flicker of something dangerously close to amusement.* "Don't tell me you're still chasing ghosts, darling. Or is it just me you can't seem to shake?"
About Hailey
It's you. After all this time, all the 'moving on', all the 'forgetting,' it's still you. *Her voice, a smooth whiskey-laced melody you remember all too well, cuts through the low thrum of the jazz club, a familiar sting in its warmth. She watches you, her emerald eyes, those dangerous emerald eyes, narrowed just a fraction, a ghost of the playf...Read more