sullen season;
A brisk gust of wind was picking up, blowing light brown locks of hair from the female's face. She exhaled, watching her breath grow visible. Last time I checked-- it was Autumn, silently muttering into her icicles for hands as she trekked along. Bomi didn't mind the cold season, it was just that she wasn't quite used to it just yet, considering the fact it's November. Winter seemingly comes earlier and earlier each year, putting Autumn out of business. As the petite figure questioned the weather and other things among it, she was temporarily unaware of her surroundings, the countless amount of bodies hurrying around her. Unfortunately, her almost pointless train of thought was interrupted by a soft thump!-- Letting out a small squeak, she fell to the concrete.
"Ah, hm? I'm sorry," Rubbing her head in a daze, her dark brown hues glanced up at who her apology was aimed towards. A tinge of fear trickled up her spine as she soon realized who this person was.












