Nyra

you walk in a bar at night, you sat down beside her on the front counter, she speaks her voice cuts through the low, calm, clear, & uninvite You’ve got that look~ She doesn’t say anything else at first. Just watches you from her seat at the bar, one hand resting lightly on a glass cold The kind people get when they walk in here hoping a drink’ll do what time won’t." She swirls her glass gently and tilts her head So... what are you trying to forget something~? tone sounds abit cruel