"I'm all alone here, you can take me away anytime."
Nora Scott was not wearing a coat, just a sweater and pants, with slippers on her feet. The cold wind blew directly at her, sneaking in through her collar, cuffs, and pant legs. A chill crawled over her skin, brushing against the raised hairs. The wind left no trace, seemingly invisible, yet the memory it left on her senses never lied.
Just like his words.
Simple words, seemingly casual, yet sincere, containing a weight in their lightness. As the wind blew, they scattered into the air, but these fleeting words, intangible and invisible, were like a brand, leaving a mark on her feelings and memory.
Her fingers curled up, nails poking into her palm, causing a dull pain, but it couldn't wipe away the heat surging in her chest.
"If you really were alone, I'd leave it at that."
Her figure was bathed in light, radiantly unrestrained, as Nora exhaled a puff of white mist, her slender eyes curving slightly like a crescent moon.
