WingedAngelSerenity

"This feeling is unfortunately familiar. You know the one? Where you're not alone? But this feeling bears no comfort like one might assume it would. I would greet loneliness with open arms for if not, Fear would consume me. Does any of this make sense? Dear God, if only it did." ... Footsteps were heard walking on the newly damped pavement as she stepped down the stairs of her office. It was dusk and the glow from nearby buildings started painting shadows on the cement below, creating disfigured shapes that parents might warn their children about late at night. She tied her brown leather jacket tighter across her tiny waist to protect herse