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Neil tried to picture the world as if Neil Josten was really all there had ever been and would be. It was almost enough to make him despise the persona when he could see it in such easy terms, but he swallowed that distaste and turned his mental gaze toward Exy.

Part 3/5

She chose to wear those old and ripped jeans I’ve seen a thousand times before, because in the end she doesn’t really care if they look too old and consumed, she just wants to feel that kind of comfort and self-assurance only things you’ve been seen with for endless times can give.

She chucks her earphones in and starts walking while trying to shuffle through the songs, although she couldn’t tell which one she’s looking for. She almost stumbles several times, and only manages to avoid crashing into several people because she remembers to raise her eyes up at the very last minute.

It’s not an ugly raining day but it isn’t bright and sunny either. The sky is grey. The air is crispy and her nose gets red and cold in a matter of minutes.

Everything still looks a little blurry and very often she needs to scratch her face and rub at her eyes because she still feels sleepy, and as soon as her gaze lays on something still she finds herself spiraling shifting into a sleepy and drowsy state.

The streets are slowly getting filled up with cars and rapidly everything around her seems to accelerate, as if they got their daily dose of fuel.

And she as well starts to slightly, almost imperceptibly so, accelerate her pace and walk a little faster. Probably she’s got a song in her ears that has given her more energy and rhythm to her walk. Or maybe she feels the need to adjust her pace, fearing that in that morning rush she could be left behind.

Sleep has left her entirely when she gets to the stairs, she gets down in a fews seconds and it looked like she might have fallen any second but no, it was just an illusion that her quick and skinny legs did to the sight.