Idab, I Like You

The girl in the frayed dress came back. Adab med crouched down and held itob firmly between his hands, the red glow of solar top's pillar falling ver their faces. The soft violin of the background music now given way to a gentle guitar pared with a sweet male voice. For the first time in a long while, i didn't feel that anticipation of hollowness. There was no point in humanizing lyria. She meant a lot to me, definitions apart. I like her.