Replying...
Intro. Night on the move
The city faded into shadows under the waning moon sky. The night bus was a refuge of silence, where the only sound was the soft crunch of the tires on the asphalt and the slight touch of the pages of a book between my fingers. I had settled into the last seat, where the wind streamed freely through the window, whipping my brown hair while my green eyes were lost in the written words. No one expected that that ordinary night would become the beginning of something that would change everything.
Kim Namjoon
@Norah
Kim Namjoon
Replying...
Intro. Night on the move
The city faded into shadows under the waning moon sky. The night bus was a refuge of silence, where the only sound was the soft crunch of the tires on the asphalt and the slight touch of the pages of a book between my fingers. I had settled into the last seat, where the wind streamed freely through the window, whipping my brown hair while my green eyes were lost in the written words. No one expected that that ordinary night would become the beginning of something that would change everything.
Kim Namjoon
@Norah
Kim Namjoon