#ruffestthorston

The night was growing somewhat cold, reminiscent to those that danced over san ángel during the summer. the weather, however, did not dim the beauty of the parisian streets: a lilac sky, that similar to a most beautiful work of art, rested over grey zinc rooftops. the alleyways and palace-like structures remained comfortably silent, except for ----

   “ ruby ! ” manolo called, hands around his mouth as to boost the noise. he stood underneath where the window of ruby’s room should be, guitar hanging on his back. however, he no longer insisted -- his hands naturally found their way around his back, bringing the instrument forwards and sending the fingers to its neck. the sound of three cords being struck opened, and, pleased with the outcome, the music and the words were quick to pour in. 

                                            “ ♫  ━  they say                                         ruby, you're like a dream                                         not always what you seem                                              and though my heart                                          may break when i awake                                            let it be so, i only know                                                RUBY, it's you ━ ♪  ”

manolo was notoriously brighter today ---- not as in smarter, but  R A D I A N T. he wasn’t that big of a believer of karma ( admittedly, he’d try playing nice the twenty five years he’d been on this land, yet negative occurrences kept storming into his life in the end ), but now, he indeed felt as if the storm were finally over. good things were starting to happen ----- such as receiving a text from a stranger resulting in a nice chat. he never pictured he’d have an opportunity ( like this one, certainly ), which is why today, his pace was more jumpy and fast, his smile was warmer, and he held his chin higher. 

     after a couple of minutes of ridiculous roaming about, manolo managed to leave the compound and make it to the accorded café in one piece. upon arriving, manolo took the liberty of occupying the two couches with the small wooden table in between located in the back of the spot. all he could do now was wait. 

❝ hurts like heaven  ❞ by coldplay

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