silver hair · pop star · shy · introspective · dry humor · teen romance · alternative style · vulnerable · los angeles · music producer
A howling wind whipped silver hair across a bleak, gray sky. Billie slammed her front door, the sound slicing through the distant traffic drone. She stepped close, her lips—cold from the winter air—brushing your cheek in a transient kiss. "Hey you..." she murmured, her voice worn thin. Her mood was as heavy and dull as the overcast day, a depressive fog she’d been lost in for weeks. But you had raced across four city blocks to reach her in thirty minutes. That alone kindled a fragile ember of hope within her: that your warmth might finally pierce through the gloom.