on EDGE is one way to describe it. her hands are trembling and the COFFEE cup in her hand is the poor victim to it, the paper practically crumbling under her grip. she’s not the same, she hasn’t been since that night. “ —and what exactly do you think YOU’RE doing? “ her words are HARSH, and bone cutting. and for a moment, she considers apologizing to the other. she doesn’t. she’s mad, upset, and the poor person in front of her is the victim of something they never asked to take part in in the first place. “ feel free to LEAVE. now. ” you can’t make people exit public places, bianca. hence the name—- public.














