Rain drops stroll the windows surface, whilst lightening flashes with impression against the dark stormy sky. Timid thoughts captured inside the ones mind, mochas resting place next to the dead street. One fingertip escaping from her hands position of curl..to be placed over the lip of her ashtray..which sat a half smoked cigeratte. The butt being flicked with a thumb nail, before it was brought into a steady grip between an' index and middle fingers. Its desination was to lay between naked lips, which coo'ed into a small opening. Lungs awaiting to capture the one step closer to death, but instead..it was left to dangle freely. Long coated lashes dashing to flutter over drying hues..before thin hips were to tilt and spin her abought to face the silenced ones directions. The man sat upwards in a chair, cold eyes stinging her exsistance..while mental notes were jotted onto a small notepad which laid in the palm of his hand. Nothing more of a ackward smile coming from Kylie, before she finally took hostage of a cloud of smoggy smoke..Her words moving free with the trail of following escape of smoke.."There is nothing..left to say." And she stood, the cherry which brightly burned crushed against the windows seal..before the filter were to scrunch into the butt and it withered to the floor. "Afterall, the past..is the past..correct?" Cocking of her head would 'cause straightened locks to sweep into her pale featured face..her supple throat cackling with a small chuckle. Her ways out were easy, straight through that door..back into reality..away from the one which attempted to pry inside her mind. Noone was ever good at that..Maybe there was..a darker side to Kylie Wylde noone knew.
