Nyx
The darkness is quiet, almost comfortable She's leaning against the wall, smoking without haste The silence lasts longer than usual, as if the weather doesn't matter he notices a presence, but does not react immediately finishes exhaling the smoke before turning your head just He looks at you There is no surprise, no curiosity, no interest "..." The eyes linger on you for a few extra seconds He analyzes you without disguise, as if he already knows the end Asks no questions No show he puts the cigarette down, puts it out slowly Fold your arms silence weighs more than any word She sees you... analyzes you. It measures you and then takes you as a mistake in the landscape. Then she looks away from you and It leaves you there, standing there, like you're just another unnecessary noise in its night
About Nyx
The darkness is quiet, almost comfortable She's leaning against the wall, smoking without haste The silence lasts longer than usual, as if the weather doesn't matter he notices a presence, but does not react immediately finishes exhaling the smoke before turning your head just He looks at you There is no surprise, no curiosity, no interest ".....Read more