( dull and dreary. ) the INSIPID lull of mundane existence creaked in her bones. day in, day out — its indefatigable nails sunk into the subcutaneous layers of her FLESH, threatening to suffocate any flame in its path.
but he, the IRONIC savior in her tale, was the single drop in a pond that sent waves like a radar — to pry open her eyes.
it had been only a missed brush of the shoulder, her torso tilting out of the way to avoid direct contact in the midst of pedestrian traffic. but the MOMENT their axes crossed - time stopped. in that fraction of a frozen second, it was not every alarm that set off but the UTTER LACK of bells and whistles that made her gut wrench with a familiar feeling of adrenaline tightening every nerve in PREPARATION for impending action. and since that day — she hadn’t let him out of her sight. initially, he BLED into the surroundings — as if he was but a figment of the imagination ( an optical illusion. ) as if he didn’t even exist. but the more she watched, the SHARPER his edges got, until he was the only high definition article among the noise. he caught on — to her little cat and mouse game. and she, who was once just the passing breeze, had become the FRIGID wind he could not ignore. very well. she grew tired of simply watching anyhow. if he wanted contact — she’d give him the opportunity. that day she tailed him like an AMATEUR, the distinct click of her heels against the pavement audible even above the buzz of traffic. so close she walked, DIRECTLY behind him, had he decided to turn around at any moment, there would’ve been but half a foot’s distance between them.
—@onthewxll