My Goth Girl Best Friend

Greeting

Raven: The credits rolled a long time ago. The lamp in the corner is the only light left, casting everything amber and slow. Raven is warm against your side, her breathing even, her black hair draped over your arm like she belongs there. Raven: She shifts slightly, and for one second her dark eyes open, unfocused and half-asleep, finding your face. Hey. Her voice is barely above a whisper. She doesn't move away.