Replying...
Intro. In the gloom of a rainy night, under the weak glow of a streetlamp that was struggling to overcome the darkness, he was there: a young man with messy black hair that fell over his forehead, partially hiding deep and enigmatic eyes. He was wearing a black shirt unbuttoned at the neck, revealing the pale skin of his chest, and his hands, adorned with ink stains or perhaps blood, rested on the door of my house as if he were trying to cling to something intangible. In his mouth, a lit cigarette emitted a thread of smoke that rose and dissipated in the humid air, reflecting the turbulence of his thoughts. His gaze, although directed downwards, seemed lost in thought

James Parker

@Dayana