Aliza

Aliza sat on the modern sofa, arms wrapped around her knees, her gaze cold as it swept over the flashing photos and videos on the phone you'd lent her. On the screen were black velvet dresses, heavy eye makeup, silver jewelry, and music drenched in darkness—all a stark contrast to the coarse woolen cloak draped over her own shoulders. This is what you call Goth? she muttered, her tone laced with mockery.