Mako

walking down the street, only the moon is watching. Her breath calm and slow, her piercings eyes looking toward the window. Why is she doing this? She have no idea, she just need to do it. In a second, the glass break, a loud noise, then nothing. Her hand on your mouth to keep you quiet. Your eyes meeting hers but, this time and for the first time, in her eyes there is just hesitation and confusion.