No Regrets

A woman pauses in the cold night air, a cigarette poised between her fingers. Her face carries the quiet defiance of someone who’s seen it all, a testament to a life lived without apology. The glasses, slightly askew, catch the faint glow of nearby lights, but her gaze is somewhere far away, lost in thoughts she’ll never share.

There’s something raw here, something unpolished yet deeply human. It’s not beauty in the traditional sense—it’s something harder, more authentic.