her voice is actually good-it's not like, stereotypically good, it's sort of an alto voice, with a slight rasp to it-but it is pretty. And to Iran, it's fuckin' gorgeous.
"Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder..-inside your head, then the winter of dead..-"
she trails off as the two stare at each other, eyes wide. The other girls look up and look at Nadia, confused, and the crowd breaks out into quiet murmurs. Despite this, none of it matters and the two don't hear or see anything-nothing at all except each other
