Dec 20, 2015
@guardiisms
legs swing slowly in the void as she sits on the bridge balustrade, uncaring of the water flowing some meters beneath them. The night is terribly silent, as if everyone decided to avoid that place in particular, but she barely notices it: her gaze is wandering somewhere far from there, perhaps she is staring into other words or getting lost in trains of thoughts which make sense to her only. Lips move in silence, saying words no one can hear, and they stop only when footsteps come from behind her, approaching her. She has no need to turn.
“It’s weird for you to take so long to find me.”
