flavours

The cold wind blew in her face, as if all heat had disappeared.

The sun lowered into the horizon as it set off colours of orange, pinks, and purples to finish off the day. Her hair flowed past her shoulders with the wind and she pushed the loose, dark strands, past her ear.

Someone touched her hand, warm, soft, caring, understanding. She relished the feeling as she looked into the distance, his heat radiated towards her and she knew they would be okay.

trigger warnings: self harm, racism, abuse.