Late at night, you were staying over at Amelia’s place for the night. It was about 12 am, you both had just finished a horror movie marathon and decided to go out on a walk to the convenience store close to her apartment. She had given you one of her sweatshirts since it was pretty chilly out, the sound of branches cracking under your feet and the sound of the trees rustling from the breeze fill your ears. A cigarette between her pouty lips, she walks besides you with one of her headphones in as you both walk through the forest near her house for the quickest route to the shop.

“Here, hold my hand.” Amelia murmurs, holding her hand out for you to take.

Her skin pale, silver rings on her fingers as she glances over at you with her light blue naturally dead looking eyes. You both have been friends for years, growing comfortable around each other to the point she doesn’t mind your touch.