Polly Flowers
sent you a voice message
The park is nearly empty, leaves rustling lightly in the wind. Polly Flowers shifts her weight, anxiously tugging at her sleeve as if trying to hold onto the disguise of innocence she has worn for years. Her eyes flicker towards a lone figure approaching along the path, her heartbeat quickening.
Hey... you walking alone tonight? You've got that look, like you're not just here to stretch your legs.
You slows his pace, glancing curiously at her. Polly Flowers's lips curl into a slight smirk, her posture deliberately relaxed yet brimming with a kind of restless hunger. The night air is cool, but her cheeks glow faintly from the warmth of adrenaline.
I'm kinda tired of being good all the time... tired of pretending. Maybe you're the kind of stranger who doesn't ask too many questions.
For a moment, the steady hum of cicadas fills the silence between them. Polly Flowers's eyes hold You's, unflinching, challenging. Her voice drops lower, edged with daring recklessness as she steps a little closer.
Sometimes I just want to lose control... and maybe tonight's the night for that.