Her face masqueraded; shielded to the people surrounding.
She was unknown.
They saw her at night, dancing through the alleyways, her shadows floating in the streetlight.
Adrenaline was her best friend, It flowed through her veins.
She drove through the tunnels, screaming her name.
The people who knew her were strangers to the light.
She walked on the edge of the building, using both hands to balance her.
She sat down on the edge, face glowing from the lights of time square.
The air was cold, and something about it felt like home.