The alley was narrow.
Amara grunt under her breath for the 100th time. This was the kind of place she wouldn't usually step into if she had a choice. Her car tyres were surprisingly flattened, and with her phone switched off, there was no way for to book a user, so she had to walk the really long distance.
She would have just stayed in, if she knew she'd go through this.
The faint glow of a lamppost bled just enough light to carve her shadow long and thin against the wall.
She wrapped her shawl tighter around her shoulders. The evening air cooler than she expected. She stepped out for a short drink to clear her head.
London had its beauty, yes—but nights like this made her long for something familiar. Nights like these made her wish she had a soul level connection with someone else.
"Who knows, maybe, my soul mate died," she muttered with a low chuckle, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear with a low grunt.
