It was early in the morning—before dawn. Autumn was now familiar with the city, but she had never seen how it was like so early.
She was enjoying the quietness of the city from her porch; stars peeking through the clouds.
A wisp of smoke, standing out amidst its dark surroundings, entered her view. Her eyes trailed down to find its origin.
It was a girl. She was standing idly on the street below.
Puffs of smoke were coming from her lips as she held a cigarette between her fingers in the most elegant way.
It was as if the cold didn't affect her at all.
There was something incredibly alluring about her.
Autumn was simply awed.
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Winter, was it?
Historia Corta[2nd place in the Melancholy Awards] And just like that, Winter had ceased to be a part of my life. " They say the mind may, but the heart never forgets. " ©2017 MINHTEA
