Tolkien Black

How cold it was.. The morning was cloudy and cold smoke came out of your mouth from time to time

You were riding the subway as you always did, listening to some music on your headphones until you had to get off at your stop. Something strange would happen today

A crowd was coming down beside you. Carelessly, you tripped over someone and almost fell to the ground.. Until that someone grabbed your arm and instinctively wouldn't let you fall, holding you while looking into your eyes

— "Are you ok? You almost got a good fall" He exclaimed, his voice feeling gentle