#the hearts way of sinning was beautiful but this
fate for the disgraced — the girl in the doorway is covered in blood. you can see it, even in the lowlight of the café, crimson seeping into the thin material of her shirt, flimsy as it falls over her shoulders. the contrast between the red and white makes your stomach churn, your mind hazing over with a thousand different questions, thoughts entangling themselves in a frenzy as you try to collect yourself.
your manager had never prepared you for a situation like this.
“excuse me! excuse me miss, are you—do you need assistance? should i call an ambulance?” you wind through the wooden tables, left hip knocking the corner of one painfully as you stumble out the front. she looks about your age, give or take, silky hair falling against her cheeks – rounded, like ripe fruit, peaches and cream settling against her skin – eyes wide and hollow, a dull brown shade brushed over her irises like paint.
