Chapter Twenty One
In which she had some break.
Ayne Kent.
The night's cold.
It was 10 in the evening and the night engulfs the skies as its own whilst the stars twinkle along with it. The weather complimented the night, pushing a cold breeze from time to time that would make you want to snuggle inside a comforter. A part of me loved the sun more, one that would strike my face and make me feel the heat surrounding my body. Having a cold weather doesn’t particularly hurt either.
But for me, this time of night calls of a hot coffee.
Usually, weather like this would make me quiver in the breeze coming through my skin. It would prick my skin, urging me to hug my skin in any way that I could give it heat and these weather would just give me this redness that isn't at all
