kandasbitch

Prologue: Its a dark winters night. Frost covers the windows of shops and houses and the smell of freshly baked bread and the loud chattering of excited people fills the air. The glistening of bright lights and the inviting warmth of shops enchants the minds of passers by. You walk slowly, smiling. Wrapped up tightly to keep yourself warm. The lightly falling snow only just reaching your face and melts instantly when it does. You cautiously take the winding back street to get home. Darkness quietly engulfs you and your breathing becomes heavy out of a slight fear. You always take this rout home, you have to, but you can never shake the feel