dark splayed out behind her, the bright eyed girl ( seemingly impervious to the briskmarch air ) laid on a concrete park bench, ankles cross, feet adorned with kitten heels hanging off the edge —— her current boyfriend’s letterman shed in favor of using it to support her head, brown hues flicking over the distant stars. this was, frankly, a low point for pippa ; a soft soul extroverted in the best of ways, her grandmother’s words, she felt strangely alone in that moment, a small but sufficient amount of the sirens complaining about her lack of volume control —— especially when dealing with sensitive topics, but she couldn’t say she didn’t enjoy the view. her wandering thoughts were interrupted when she felt the other’s presence. pippa didn’t bother to push herself up ( or even do so much as tilt her head, yet. she was far to involved in the possibilities and shadows of the stars ) . instead, she spoke to sky above her, playing absent-mindedly with a piece of her loose hair —— ‘ are we wearing our uniforms to the funeral ? ’ any excuse to purchase another little black dress was alright in her books.
