Rendezvous With A Lonely Girl In A Dark Room (ORIGINAL - VERSION)

The girl turned to me, her eyes locking onto mine.

As I approached her, she didn’t flinch. She didn’t seem to notice me at all. I cleared my throat, and she slowly turned her head in my direction. Our eyes met, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. Rendezvous With A Lonely Girl In A Dark Room

Rendezvous With A Lonely Girl In A Dark Room** The girl turned to me, her eyes locking onto mine

She was sitting on a worn, velvet couch, her back against the wall, and her eyes fixed on some point in front of her. She was a vision in darkness, her features illuminated only by the faint glow of the candle. Her skin was pale, and her hair was a wild tangle of black locks that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night. I cleared my throat, and she slowly turned

“My father is gone now,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. “But I still come here to remember. To remember the way he made me feel.”