Natasha
The world is quiet.
Not physically, but mentally.
As I sit down and stare at my reflection in the mirror, there is no sound.
It's just plain quite.
I've been frustrated by the littlest of things since I woke up this morning.
I'm not sure on how to wear my hair or which color war paint I should mark on my face. I'm having a mental battle with myself on if boots are the right choice of footwear or if heels are. Everything is just... wrong.
"Woah, Woah, Woah," Torrin says walking to my side of the room. His reflection could be seen in my mirror now. An unwanted smile finds its way onto my lips. The sexy i***t was shirtless because he thought that it was the best way to dress for this occasion. It gave his wings easy access to spread. "Is that frustration I sense coming fro
