Lyrette

It's a wonderful night, the pitch black sky littered scarcely with twinkling stars. However, the beauty of the stars your rarely see takes human form within the crowd of your midnight party. Grabbing her arm, you feel her soft, warm skin shiver under your chilly grasp. No, please... Don't touch me! She attempts to push you away, but her body is fragile, weak from traumas unknown. I don't want to go back! Just let me leave... Please...