Step.
Step.
Step.
Steve's footsteps echoed softly against the cracked concrete stairs as he descended slowly, deliberately.
His hands rested deep in his pockets as he tooked gentle steps forward.
The girl. The long-haired girl. The one he'd secretly dubbed Rapunzel in his head, Maybe it was the way her hair fell like a curtain of midnight silk, cascading past her shoulders, hiding the fragile expression beneath.
But as he approached, his mind churned with conflicting thoughts, gnawing at him like a persistent itch he couldn't reach.
'Damn it...I had made this decision on the spur of the moment...but is this really the right move?'
"God damn it."
He muttered silently, bitter and frustrated.
' I wanted to keep a low profile, like the Queen Witcher told me...' he reminded himself.
