|Innaya|
They say the first impression is the last impression. I never believed in it. Because people knew how to put up the front before others. I had the best example before my eyes. I couldn't see what kind of a demon my father was under that pretense of loving and caring man. Then what right I had to believe that the first impression was the last impression? None. I would be the last person to ever trust in that.
Keeping everything aside, I could not help but feel that the woman I had just bumped into did not harbor any good intentions. I stared at the woman in a black sports bra and red shorts, smiling widely at the person behind me.
She had earphones plugged in her ears. Her neon color snickers stood out the most apart from that bright red lipstick. It looked as if she had just drunk the blood. That thought made me cringe internally. What was I thinking? Drank blood? Seriously? What was she? Vampire? Who drinks blood?
