She was here again. The second time this week. Last week she's been here only once. Alone like usually. She has a black journal inside of her right hand, not the left hand but the right hand. Her left hand was curled into a fist but a gentle fist, her thumb running over the bone of her pointing finger. Her eyes are running around the hall but I don't know her eye color. I don't know if her eyes blaze in the same color like me and I don't know if she likes her eye color like I like mine. She is beautiful. //MY COVER. GIVE CREDITS//