Amalie quietly sat on the bench at the end of the sidewalk, eyes shining as the street light flickered and shone down on her. It was late, probably already towards midnight. The temperatures were low and harsh, freezing and she sat there quietly and shyly, cheeks red, hugging herself without any warm clothing, simply wearing a black tank top, a black and purple tutu with cut shorts and some fingerless gloves, her mascara running down her face as she blinked, tears sliding down her cheeks. She didn't really know why she was simply sitting there, in the cold, instead of walking home. Maybe it's because she was stuff and her whole small body was trembling violently.
Her glowing green eyes were a bit dull as she closed them half way, barely visibly as her hair slid down on her face slightly, which was slightly damp. She hugged herself tightly, looking as strange and absentminded as ever and she remained still for long periods of time, wondering if anyone would ever pass by this late at night like her and ask what she's doing or simply leave her be...
Her glowing green eyes were a bit dull as she closed them half way, barely visibly as her hair slid down on her face slightly, which was slightly damp. She hugged herself tightly, looking as strange and absentminded as ever and she remained still for long periods of time, wondering if anyone would ever pass by this late at night like her and ask what she's doing or simply leave her be...