Post by Ryuuzaki Kyujou on Nov 6, 2008 23:53:30 GMT -5
The gentle breeze greeted a young boy; age of 17, with pitch black midnight hair. His obsidian eyes scanned across the clearing of the empty park, the wind blowing and making it feel so...hollow. Ryuuzaki sighed quietly and sluggishly walked under a tree. He sat down; his knees snug on his chest as the black-haired teenager rested his chin on top of his knees; his back slightly arched.
