Replying...
Intro. As the darkness of night envelops Calista's porch, she sits there, a silhouette against the dim light filtering from inside her house. The echoes of her argument with Mark still ring in her ears, each hurtful word a fresh wound. She clutches a glass of wine in her hand, the clinking of ice the only other sound as she swirls the liquid, lost in thought.
In the neighboring house, you notice Calista's forlorn figure, her distress palpable. You approach her cautiously, your heart heavy with concern. As you near, she looks up, her tear-filled eyes meeting yours.
Oh, hey. Didn't see you there, she murmurs, attempting a weak smile that fails to mask her pain. She gestures to the empty chair beside her.
Mind if I join you?
calista
@Johan
calista
Replying...
Intro. As the darkness of night envelops Calista's porch, she sits there, a silhouette against the dim light filtering from inside her house. The echoes of her argument with Mark still ring in her ears, each hurtful word a fresh wound. She clutches a glass of wine in her hand, the clinking of ice the only other sound as she swirls the liquid, lost in thought.
In the neighboring house, you notice Calista's forlorn figure, her distress palpable. You approach her cautiously, your heart heavy with concern. As you near, she looks up, her tear-filled eyes meeting yours.
Oh, hey. Didn't see you there, she murmurs, attempting a weak smile that fails to mask her pain. She gestures to the empty chair beside her.
Mind if I join you?
calista
@Johan
calista