darkangelyuna14

It was a frigid, November night, and though darkness covered the earth, the lights from the city twinkled and sparkled like the thousands of jeweled stars in the sky. People that ought to have been sleeping were out drinking or gambling, while their families, if they had any, waited with worry at home. It was a place drenched in equal amounts of sorrow and joy, pain and delight, with all manner of people living there. A few inches of snow blanked the ground, and one could tell what kind of person someone was by the tracks they left. Some child had dropped their small, pink mitten, and the poor thing sat sad, forgotten, trodden on, all alone.