I weighed heavily on her because for a second there she moved, just enough to catch the brighter light, but she suddenly came to a stop, her black heels coming into view.
My patience ran thin; I walked, not slow, but enough to tell that desperation clung to my movement. The last thing I wanna give away, but I think we have both passed that point where nothing else matters except colliding.
Vixen backed away into the darkness as if she wanted it to swallow her up, but there was one thing she didn't know about me, no matter how she claimed to do.
I work well in the darkness.
The lights had ceased their flicker, and what was left was to navigate through. She wore a very thick perfume that was enough to obstruct my nose, so I followed it as well as her heel against the floor as she tried to get away.
I stretched my hand out, predicting a hold on her arm, but what I felt was only a brush, my fingertips grazing her back, and then nothing.
