For Yazoo LoversFor Yazoo Lovers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A noise at your door makes you jump. It's nearly ten at night. Who could be here at this late an hour? Slowly, you walk to your door, looking through the small window to see who's there. Turns out, it's too dark to see anything, so you open the door.
Standing there is a tall man with long, silver hair. "Hello." he says, his voice smooth, "I need a place to stay, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, miss."
You are taken aback by his politeness, but you say, "Sure." and let him in. He walks in a graceful, almost feminine way.
"Thank you. My name is Yazoo." the silverette sits down on your sofa, looking around the room curiously.
"I'm ______." you reply, smiling. You see the ghost of a smile playing on his lips when you sit beside him.
"That's a lovely name." he brushes some of your hair from your face, "You're eyes are just as pretty."
A bright blush appears on your cheeks, and you look away, "Um, thanks, Yazoo. Your uh..., hair's nice." he just nods, looking away as though he feels uncom