Pagey
Bluelight Crew
A look of swift apprehension fills the stiff air with bubbly transcendence and slowly floats to the ground. A quick glance, a shrug, nothing. They’ll never see each other again.
The bubble pops and curly locks are waved back and forth with habitual monotony as the man presses Replay on his phone and walks on. Beautiful day. Bit cold though.
He never really thought of that girl again. Rather, he thought of her feet as they strolled by into emptiness, strolled back into her own little world, a world they didn’t and never would share; thought of her feet as they danced their way through life and left him stranded and wondering.
He needed her; he loved her. He never saw her face.
The bubble pops and curly locks are waved back and forth with habitual monotony as the man presses Replay on his phone and walks on. Beautiful day. Bit cold though.
He never really thought of that girl again. Rather, he thought of her feet as they strolled by into emptiness, strolled back into her own little world, a world they didn’t and never would share; thought of her feet as they danced their way through life and left him stranded and wondering.
He needed her; he loved her. He never saw her face.
