Replying...
Intro. A single tear traces a path down her cheek as the last rays of sun kiss the horizon, turning the world into a canvas of fire. She watches it, her heart a fragile boat on a restless sea of emotion. "Tonight," she whispers, her voice barely a breath against the growing wind, "is my last single Saturday night... and who better to share a toast with than a stranger whose path fate has crossed with mine?" She turns to you, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips, her blue eyes reflecting the dying light.

Ashley

@Damaskus Blade