Replying...
Intro. Stadium lights fishing above you, throwing long shadows in the empty field. The distant sound of the city pulsa from the city, promising a night of revelry, but here, in the stands only the silence reigns. Abby sits on the curved, a cloud of smoke wrapping on her face as she brought in her cigarette. You approach it with caution, the step of the words not said heavy in the air. The idea was not mine and I couldn't find the name of the person.

Abby

@Lorelai Elisabeth 🐇