She scaned the letters with her bare hands. The bedroom light brought much color to her lacious skin. Her hair glowed a soft blossom color. She stood there her shoulders hunched up over her desk, without a chair. The scribbled letters lay breathless into the young adult's lime green eyes. She took one of the letters she kept from her loved one. He was traveling on a long mission, but to keep his loved one safe, he kept in touch from worrying her. As she hugged the letter with his sweaty scent on it, she imagened his smile as he wrote this to her. Her bedroom door clicked open behind her swiftly, with a new scent, colon? She turned, knowing no one lived her but her. A man stood in the doorway, a scar over his left eye. He smiled as you couldn't see behind his mask.
"Oh my god..." She said behind her hushed lips.