I'll never forget the day I met her. Cold winds and much snowfall made it quite a bitter winter; And I was without a home. I had been evicted from my apartment some time ago, due to the rent I simply didn't have money to pay with. I was sort of a writer, so pay was somewhat scarce. No one really thought my works were worth their time; Though, with each new writing I attempted, I poured my heart and soul into it. But it was of no use. I was now taking shelter in an alley, doing whatever I could to keep warm. But as fate would have it, she found me.
"What are you doing here in weather like this?" she asked me. She wore a black dress that practically defined elegance. Her long, gorgeous dark hair was styled into twin tails, which rested on both of her shoulders. The front of her hair was styled in such a way that it covered her left eye. from what I could see, her right eye was red. But it wasn't an unattractive, bloodshot red; It was of a beautiful crimson red color. From this, I felt it safe to assume her left eye was the same. Her hands looked so soft, warm, and inviting. Her face was absolutely flawless; I couldn't find a single blemish. And last but certainly not least was her harmonic voice which resembled a symphony composed by Beethoven. I was ashamed to so much as be in her presence.
