Passion in a Dark World
I opened the door to the roof, and saw Connie leaning against the railing, looking down over the luminescent city below. She was quite beautiful, though I never had the guts to admit it to her. Her skin was a flawless caramel, and her hair was a dark brown, wavy, hanging over her shoulders and draping across her chest. Her eyes were like gems in the night, fading out even the brightest sun. That night she adorned a tight, white tee, camouflage cargo pants, and black combat boots. In battle, she...