hiraeth | homeless!Bertholdt by noceaur, literature
Literature
hiraeth | homeless!Bertholdt
The chilly air dispatched on the Earth, making every individual breath foggy due to condensation. Small petals of snow falling to the Earth slowly, peacefully as the sound of snow crunching underneath shoes resounded over and over in the crowded street. It was the midst of Winter.
The young woman was walking her usual route, (h/c) sprayed over her scarf whilst her chin and neck hugged closely to the warmth it was providing. She usually took this route home from work, passing by the small coffee shop along her way, which would appear any second.
However this time it was different. It wasn't the coffee shop that drew her eyes from the bright