Literature
Fragile Frame
Night cloaks a lone figure in shadow, her smooth hair catching in the wind. The moon is low against the horizon, a filthy yellow blurred by the metropolis haze. Observant eyes move along the city lights; she sighs. What now? Could this very well be her final chance? Nothing in life is ever supposed to be easy, especially for someone like her. She never felt the need to complain, though. An elegant hand brushes back raven tresses. Why couldn't that be his touch?
There are no twinkling stars within the smug choked sky, just thick sludge brown highlighted by the city's nightly glow. Her eyes momentarily fall closed as she takes comfort in the w