#paleasyonder

It's amazing that this stranger hasn't left yet, what with her essentially practicing ten seconds of a discordant melody, over and over and so slowly,  in the middle of a public park.

Maybe the stranger thinks it sounds cool.

             ( there was a lingering smell of popcorn that hung between the                pair & the film that continued to reel on, regardless of the whimpering                noises that had become a ten minute constant.  the popcorn had                long since run out, charles too immersed in the story to get up to                refill the bowl –––––––––––– also given that he refused to let                anyone see him in the state that he was in, especially not erika,                though it'd be smart to assume that she already knew.

               tear stained cheeks were hidden behind a throw cushion,                allowing only wet eyes to be seen from behind it.  his arms                were wrapped tightly, unyielding, his gaze surely fixed on the                television while he managed to grumble somewhat coherently ––– )