Jan 31, 2017
When Noah decided to go outside that evening, probably to check his mail, he didn’t expect to find a girl asleep on his doorstep.
But that was exactly what he’d found.
She wasn’t a girl per say. More like a young woman. No more than 20. From what he could tell she was pretty, not overly so however. More of a...plain kind of pretty. Her hair, a strange mix between red and orange, one that reminded him of a sunset, was long, falling in curls down her back. Her eyes were closed, and he could only imagine them to be an unusual color as well.
Dark eyelashes stood out against her slightly reddened cheeks, on which he noticed a splattering of freckles.
Her lips parted slightly with a sigh and he crossed his arms. “At least she isn’t dead.”