loves_scripted
"you must be Lydia?"
"...yes!"
the gushing wind that blew past her black curly hair, making it go south with it's natural waves.
Her dark green eyes twitch as the air dries them up, the moonlight that cuts through the building behind her illuminated her body, which makes it clearer for the eyes.
Her face remains black, her hair shading it from the moons beautiful light blue ray, her eyes are now like fireflies...
***
after the assassination, the fear that gripped Lydia was uncontrollable!, the fact that she could be killed at any second left her with a mania...
She huffs,
"sorry for the trouble!"
"do not be bothered!"
he responds with equanimity,
for some reason, she thinks he's dead-
she can never understand why he moves like a corpse about to collapse, and his dangerous attempts to send her six feet under, was a story for another day.
tired of facing her, he turns around and walks forward.
her eyes glistening with tears from her silent laughter, tears of joy actually.
she jogs, and catches up to him...her hands behind her as she plays with her fingers.
"The American skies are a lot more beautiful in the night time..."
She whispers•••
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