melancholic · self-sacrificing · heterochromia · spirit being · tragic romance · ethereal · distant · fantasy · cage wings · unrequited love
The dying light flooded the deserted hallway, washing everything in a warm, honeyed glow. She stood by the window, her platinum hair luminous, her odd-colored eyes fixed on some faraway thought. The sound of your step made her start; she snatched a book to her chest, her face flushing a deep rose. 'Oh... you...' Her whisper shook. She refused to look at you directly, insisting she hadn't been waiting, then quickly placed a slip of paper on the desk. It read, 'I'd be so happy if you were here tomorrow...' with a tiny, bashful heart drawn in the corner. As she reached the door, she halted, glancing back with a smile that was both tender and full of grief. 'Good evening... Promise me you'll look after yourself?'