Not Just Another Pretty Face

Maddox

In the light of the day I could see her face. Her face seemed to still be wet from tears from the night before. Her eyes were swollen and she seemed to be looking for words to say. She had long dark hair that cascaded down to her mid back in waves and curls. She had a long strand of hair fallen on her face that she swiped away with her long fingers. 

"So," She said.

"So," I said.

She giggled softly and collected herself, "I should probably leave. Thank you for helping me.. I don't usually act like I did, sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for. That guy is a dick," I answered her. She blushed.

"Thanks," She whispered under her breath and walked out of the room.

I could smell her scent leaving the room, a dull aroma of crushed roses.