Ellyra
We made plans to kiss the sun at night
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
Appallingly unused to having such a response from her flirtations, Ellyra was taken a back. ”Oh. Sorry. I didn’t mean to—“ She stepped to the side and then to the counter, making eyes with the barista that mirrored the feeling in her chest, as she fumbled on her sentence. She mumbled her order to the man as the color rose in her cheeks. She didn’t have many pieces to put together about the mood and the tower and all that was said between, focusing only on how he hadn’t responded in the way of the normal man.
It didn’t take long — a simple order with no frill — for her to have her coffee. It wasn’t enough time for the man to leave, nor was it enough time for Ellyra to decide to look away from him instead of further the awkwardness by studying him. Then she sipped on her coffee. And the pencil drawing one of the students in her apartment building was working on solidified in her mind. ”Oh shit.” She said, nearly choking on the sip of too-hot coffee she had taken. ”You’re Ronin.”
It didn’t take long — a simple order with no frill — for her to have her coffee. It wasn’t enough time for the man to leave, nor was it enough time for Ellyra to decide to look away from him instead of further the awkwardness by studying him. Then she sipped on her coffee. And the pencil drawing one of the students in her apartment building was working on solidified in her mind. ”Oh shit.” She said, nearly choking on the sip of too-hot coffee she had taken. ”You’re Ronin.”
Shedding skin you show your beauty scars
Don't forget me or who you are
Don't forget me or who you are
