nishantdoshi:
@ Fenway Library
It wasn’t one of his. It wasn’t one of his. That’s what Nish kept reminding himself as he strode somewhere in the middle of the march, past his favourite swimming spot, now closed to the public, down to the university where he got his Master Degree, halls that were not unknown to him, but now haunted, down to the library.
The weather was shit, but that was to be expected, as if the witches had spoken to the spirits and called for shared grief. Two of theirs were taken, after all.
Nish walked to the stand and started handing out tea and coffee until the last of the cups had disappeared, turning back to the community gathered, a gentle smile in acknowledgement. “It feels disrespectful to speculate at a time like this, but I can’t help but wonder how this is all connected.”
Juliana took in their words, leaning on the wall to avoid the rain. She had already grabbed herself a coffee, lifting the bitter liquid to her lips as Nish spoke. “I am sure their families would disagree... I am sure they want answers.” it was easy to relate the situation to her own grief, all she had ever wanted was answers and yet they had been denied.
“I think the future is to ensure nothing like this happens again... not worry about the past.” She sighed, almost trying to convince herself that that was what she wanted to do.
















