impossibly inlove (On Hold)

I panted slightly from my crouched position in the darkened ally. Hearing load footsteps stomp down on puddles in which were slowly forming on the pavement. My midnight hair clung to me in a tatty formation, my eyeliner formed black streaks down my pale, though slightly flushed cheeks. He can't of found me already he's good but not that good. Should I continue? Or just leave it?