.....as pale as the snow
It was one busy day. The people were all busy from their each lives. Some people were chatting in the coffee shop, some were obviously in a hurry, some were simply walking , some were laughing endlessly talking to something hilarious, but there was a girl,
a girl who was just setting on the bench staring blankly. Her world seems different to the rest of the people.
Her dark brown eyes were staring to nowhere, her raven hair was disheveled by the strong wind, and her lips, her lips was as pale as the deads'.
She was wearing a uniform and there was an id hanging in her neck.
Rose Winters was written on it.
Why she's staring blankly?, no she's not staring blankly to some space, rather she was staring at a guy across the street.
