with. – @sachas where. – near wren’s new home. when. – march 24, late afternoon. Light dances across the toe of Nana’s shoe. There are rainclouds hanging in the sky-- though they are not absent of anguish-- the kind that Nana holds securely, clutching it to her chest until she’s so sure it’s a part of her that it cannot seep into the bones of anybody else. Though it rests upon her shoulders, a stark reminder to the days that are far behind them, she motivates herself through quiet understanding that this is not the time to reflect.
There are faces everywhere, each one she etches into her memory, tucking it away for later use. It isn’t until she sees the features of somebody who she’s sure she’s seen before that her interest is piqued. Nana lifts the brim of her sports cap with her index finger, watching as they stalk towards the opposite side of the road, all the while coming out of Wren’s apartment.
There are other people who live in the building, sure, and maybe it would explain why Nana feels as though she’s seen them, after days where she aided Wren in menial things, or just simply being that of a friend, but there’s an itch and an ache that Nana cannot seem to rid herself of and she finds herself following the figure.
Because even if this individual is a stranger-- somebody who Wren has never rested his eyes upon, there is still the threat that looms heavily enough over them for Nana to jump into action. Once they’re alone, bodies withering away due to the call of warm drinks and laughter in closed spaces, she quickens her step.
