elxbang:
(— He honestly shouldn’t do this anymore, shouldn’t stand there and observe the countless of items in the shop. It’s cold and the cashier has been staring at hi from the inside for a few minutes now, as he’s caught in a haze of cloudy thoughts that has him reminded of her, everything her. He wants to buy something, maybe leave it at her door, but he’s pretty sure it’d be pathetic by now. If she ever read his notes, she’d know how pathetic he felt about thinking about her so long. And that’s when he’s ripped away from the thoughts entangeling him and pulling him in deeper and deeper, just by a mere voice. He turns around to watch her, observe her. He’s pretty sure she isn’t the cashier, so he’s unsure why she’s even asking him- but he believes ignoring a woman is only for bastards.) Eh-.. Nah. I was just uhh-.. Fixing my hair.
[ ;; watch the prickling of stars behind the dark of closed eyelids. watch the ticking tick tock of the clock. breath out a sigh and begin to people watch. watch the shifting of coats and marching of coloured feet in the middle of spring. watch a sticky trail of triple scoop vanilla ice cream painting cracked pavements. watch the broken face of a child a few steps away, open mouthed and red in the cheeks. try not to laugh at the sight. fail to do so, and hide it behind a scoffing cough. try not to blush in guilt when your eyes catch a lingering pair behind the shop glass. but watch in surprise as a slideshow of emotions begins to play - the brightness of curiosity, the haziness of displacement, and the glassiness of thought. take a step forward to break the chain. ] can i help you? [ ;; stiffen under his observation. and break into an easy grin in reply - a smile that’s a teeth full of lies. ] well i did just give it a wash a few days ago. [ ;; pray he doesn’t notice the collection of pint sized palm prints smudging the corners of the glass pane before continuing. ] but i think you would’ve gotten a better look from the mirrors of those accessory shops down the road.
