girlygirl12004

Roses are red… 't was the end of the season in London, most of the people were packing their bags to go back to their towns, including you. You sat in your hotel room looking out the window, but you weren't packing, infact, you decided to stay a little longer in London. "Hmm.. London is so beautiful" you smiled. You heard someone knocking on the door "Miss ____, there's a letter for you." "A letter?" you thought, you opened up the door and took the letter from the lady. "Thank you, here you go" you gave some money to the lady. "Oh thank you.. but this is too much!" "It's no problem." You smiled "You're a kind hearted woman.." the lady s

        You lie on your bed, huddled under the covers with a fresh book from the library. Your eyes feel somewhat droopy but you are reluctant to put it down, the story too enticing to pause so you can sleep. It’s nearing the end anyway, you reason silently; not even thirty pages to go. Might as well finish it now.        Your eyes skim over the paragraphs, fighting to stay awake.        “She stares at him furiously, blinking back tears as she wills herself not to cry, to show The terror he so deeply craves.”        You pause. “To show The terror”? You look back, thinking you’d spotted a minor capital