C218 Nothing left Pt-1

It is dawn and a lone figure sat on the roof high on top. The large roof has only red tiles which are dark under the sky. The orange ray fell on her brown boots while the air ruffled her below shoulder-length hair. She still debated on whether to cut it back short again.

Her white shirt ruffled with the blow of the wind. Her skin is cold to the touch. When she came back from the auction house