@the-fearless-devil liked this for a starter.
their’s is a dance all too familiar that comes with it an ache. silent footsteps in darkened shadows -- alleyways and rooftops and spaces in the in-between of all things -- less innocent than children on the school yard playing tag, but apt enough. there are perhaps two people beyond herself she would recognize at the smallest give, and he is, without question, one of them.
but all dances must slow, all songs fade into a nothingness, which leaves only breathing to fill the silence. she knows that he knows she is there. shadows aren’t a cloak of fear, it just makes things simpler. “you seem troubled, matthew.”











