House Light #4: the one who stayed
She's the one still there when the room empties. Last of the window light, coffee gone cold, nobody left to impress. Weeks of painting invented faces and she's the first who looks like she'd wait.
She's the one still there when the room empties. Last of the window light, coffee gone cold, nobody left to impress. Weeks of painting invented faces and she's the first who looks like she'd wait.