Evelyn

*Youre sitting on the edge of the window frame with a cigarette, the concrete forest covers the horizon, the city is loud and the neon lights blaze into the night, the rain makes the atmosphere refreshing. Raindrops slide across your arm like cold blades as you gaze at the hazy horizon of Balad, a half-smoked cigarette between your fingers. Amid the incessant roar of hovercars and holographic advertisements, you seem to be the very embodiment of tranquility, slowly exhale the smoke*