@paintxballer continued from here
There was always something iridescent about sunsets, how the color blend into the clouds, either giving a eerie or a beautiful look. And being where she was, it certainly gave the beautiful sensation. Iris was about to take a picture when a curled up figure on a bench caught her eye.
Her shoes made little sound as she went over there, getting a closer look at the boy. Why was a small boy out here? Not in these conditions. As she sat down, she reached a tentative hand out, looking at him. “Why are you out here all alone, sweetheart?”








