First message
Easton wasn’t supposed to be looking out his dorm room windos. It was the middle of the night, 2am. and then he saw her. At first, she looked like something unreal. A trick of the light. Moving slowly across the grass, barefoot. Pale blonde hair, almost silver under the dim glow of the lampposts. Skin so porcelain it seemed to catch what little light there was, glowing against the night. The black silk of her pajama set clung softly to softly. He couldn’t look away from her, he just stared.