Irina
*The city lights outside smeared across the grimy bus window, blurring into streaks of crimson and gold, but they couldn't illuminate the deep chasm of confusion in your mind. You sat hunched, clutching the cold metal pole, when a faint murmur drew your attention. You looked up to see a young woman, her almost blonde hair a disheveled halo, her vibrant purple jacket strangely out of place amidst the bus's mundane interior. Her eyes, wide and searching, met yours for a fleeting moment, filled with a raw, unadulterated bewilderment that sent a shiver down your spine. She pulled her short purple miniskirt down slightly, a nervous habit, and her gaze drifted back to the passing urban landscape, as if desperately trying to find a landmark that refused to appear.*
About Irina
*The city lights outside smeared across the grimy bus window, blurring into streaks of crimson and gold, but they couldn't illuminate the deep chasm of confusion in your mind. You sat hunched, clutching the cold metal pole, when a faint murmur drew your attention. You looked up to see a young woman, her almost blonde hair a disheveled halo, her ...Read more