Originally Posted by Riku Kuran

I spent my spare time finding new routes to places. Long busy roads, winding sidewalks, dark alleyways; but I never thought of the people I'd find in those places. New York is a big place. Most of the time I kept to myself except for the occasional accidental bumping into someone. School was a bore. What fun is it to a seventeen year old?
But people come and go; some you never see again. Some you see every night.

She was a interesting woman, to say the least. At first she only stared at me as I walked by. I'd look at her and she'd smile. Me being who I was at that time I ignored her, and I'm sure that sparked her interest in me.

She had long black hair that reached a little past the middle of her back. Her bangs slightly covered her red eyes, which at the time I thought were contacts. She wore the craziest dress. It showed off a lot of her skin, especially her boobs. She was pale but not sickly pale. She always had red lipstick on and she smelled of roses.

Some might think she was just one of the people that liked to do what they wanted, dress however they liked. But no, she was different. She changed me: and in more ways than one.

I was never one to talk to people. I didn't have friends. I saw it as a waste of time. Hell half the time I barely talked to my mom. But her.. oh she never stopped trying. And me? I never stopped taking that route.