Remember who your true friends are

[zanta_16]

He watched her cross the street, her arms close to her body, and hands deep in her black leather jacket pockets. Her hair blew about her face in the icy breeze. He grimly smiled as she tossed her head and ran her hand through her hair. She stopped in front of the café, pulling out her usual chair. Through the window, he could hear the metal scrape

Comments

[anonymous]

Hey lovely I think you put this one up here before... I still like it though.

[zanta_16]

I revised it a teeeny bit... yeah, it's still up in my 20 most recent entries.

[fullmetalrocker]

Aha.. I see... Go to sleep though... or call me and tell me what chapter two and three are about. But I'd suggest sleep.