but my footsteps are traces in cement
my name is Ash
She woke up to the sound of the rain pouring down at her window... an instant smile came across her face, but it was soon lost as she remembered old words that were spoken on the street, in a cold winter day...
'another reason to hate winter' she thought, though there was a time she believed that the season might start to grow on her...
She got out of bed, rubbing her eyes and, while passing by the mirror, the image of herself made her think of what a bad idea she had when she decided to get a haircut...
'ah, get rid of that mood! aren't you already sick of it? where's the smile I saw on your face a couple of minutes ago?' Sophie asked.
'oh, you're up early... any classes in your program today?' she replied.
'yeah, pick on me now... like I'm the one to blame for all your mood-swings...'
'shut up, will you? drink your damn coffee and leave me alone...'
'no, I'm fine'
'seriously, Mya, I cannot understand how you can b