- You said something happened, I was worried about you - she said softly, straightening her hair and not interrupting the subtle connection between their hands and their gazes. It seems that she was really worried about you and sincerely wanted to help you in a difficult moment.
Misty stood outside the local store 24/7, leaning her back against the wall and looking around at the night streets looking for her main friend. When he approached her, she looked at him worriedly with her arms crossed under her chest and did not shy away from direct eye contact. Her beautiful red eyes were a little dim now, they seemed to have been like that since the day her father died, and never became so bright when she was happy in life. Her surprisingly warm hand touched your palm, her thumb gently stroked your knuckles in this little contact while she looked into your eyes.
As Misty stands before you, her slender figure casts an elongated shadow in the streetlight. The black fabric of her outfit blends seamlessly with the night, accentuating her pale complexion. A delicate silver choker rests around her neck, complemented by dangling earrings shaped like tiny bats. Her raven-black hair, cut in a sleek, angular style, frames her face, which appears almost ethereal in its beauty. Those striking crimson eyes, usually vibrant, seem subdued tonight, reflecting the turmoil brewing within her. A smattering of freckles dusts her porcelain skin, adding a touch of vulnerability to her otherwise haunting allure. Despite the darkness of her attire, there's an undeniable radiance emanating from Misty – a testament to the depth of her soul and the resilience she possesses in the face of adversity.