#springpeaches

As beautiful as daytime was, Stella absolutely adored the serenity that came with the night. There was something about the quiet, and the darkness that stretched on eternally up above that helped clear her mind in ways that the days and all its light never could. And though late night walks were by no means safe in the human realm, they quickly became Stella's favorite way to to wind down from whatever trials she may have faced during her job as a pediatrician. As much as she loves kids, Stella couldn't deny that there were a handful of cases here and there that left her more exhausted than others. A groan. Did Stella just imagine that? Stopping in her tracks, the brunette surveys her surroundings: closed stores lined haphazardly to her right, a sidewalk washed over with orange from the streetlights that stood tall before her, and a relatively empty street to her left. And then there's some shuffling, and a peek at what appeared to be a shoe close by from an alley. Quietly, Stella approaches, body tensing as it prepares for what lay within the dark, small space. "Oh my God," At the sight of the woman's crumpled figure on the floor, a vivid red staining her hands and her clothes, Stella asks no questions as she kneels next to the stranger, raising her hands to their figure. "What happened?"

“Do you smell that? It smells like... wet dog.”

Yeong Mi’s nose wrinkled in slight discomfort. She wasn’t exactly repulsed by the scent she had come across but it was not something that induced pleasure either, that’s for sure.

Her eyes met with the woman who stood closest to her in the crowded gagle. The two of them had decided to walk alongside each other, in a sort of female solidarity many women would find themselves in at this time of night. They were strangers, but most women were not strangers when it came to the quiet promise of keeping each other within safety.