'when the sky falls,' she whispered softly, playing with the ends of his hair, 'will you hold my hand?'
they sat in plastic chairs under the streetlight and staring at the stars. the road was empty and the city was hollow, littered with neon advertisements for underwear and french fries. the wind was cool, but not biting, soft and fresh around her neck as she hugged her body, grasping her shoulders and crossing her heart. she'd only brought one bag and she held it between her feet. her little red case of cds and jewelry. all he had was his guitar. she'd never seen him without it. they traveled light, perhaps hoping it'd rub off on their mind
Current Residence: Right Here. Operating System: Nintendo 64. Shell of choice: turtle. Favourite cartoon character: Brock Samson. Personal Quote: too weird to live and too rare to die.