laurenanicole

 Leaning against the windowsill, Amanda stared out at the night sky. The London smog made it a strange, deep orange colour, and she sighed against the sound of not so distant traffic, and sirens. London wouldn't go to sleep for another three hours, even though it was already midnight. And then there were still night buses. Looking out, she stared hopelessly for a single star, but the clouds were too thick, and the city too light.  Returning to her bed she ran her eye's over her books, and settled them on Peter Pan, which took pride of place. Frowning she turned onto her side so that she could see her window. Even now, at the age of 15 she h

Silver hair upon sharpened smiles hidden in leather and stars hiding alone...waiting for a girl to smile back and fall into his arms another night another kiss another place to run before the dawn's first blinding light the bat will disapear to fly alone in search of her again ~Skarlit