The Weight of Conditions
Alina walked towards him slowly and carefully her boots making a soft sound on the stone floor. The air, between Alina and him felt like it was full of nighttime and tension. The wind blew through her hair making some strands move around her face. Her face looked soft. It was shining a little under the moonlight that was coming through the broken clouds. It was like her hair was made of silk. It was being touched by a small flame.
