#zelosincity

              ❛ To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend. ❜

— ✿ Every month, the bookstore had always been provided with recent, published writings from the finest bestsellers. It was one of Tiffany’s favorite benefits of being a clerk as she was able to clutch onto new stories, meet new characters, and explore new places– All in her mind, of course. She never once pestered her parents with petty things such as teddy bears and barbie dolls– They were her little novels she lovingly held close whilst the stilled dusk fell and collected its soft dreams and morbid nightmares.

  The darkness that once embraced the petite woman began to pale so suddenly as a muffled voice broke her unplanned slumber. Her bleary eyes eventually managed to catch a blurred silhouette of a taller frame before she immediately realized her dazed self had fallen asleep amidst organizing the fresh, new books that had recently arrived. She shot up, embarrassment trailing her features before clearing the lump in her throat.

      The luminescent colors of the city had burned his eyes. A rainbow of neon and acid colors that even his mask couldn’t dim out enough for his eyes. This had brought about a headache for the poor man. The person that had yelled at him for having a ‘full mask’ had only heightened the anxiety he had already accumulated. That person had been the final straw. The reason he ran out from the colorful central hub of commerce and eateries to find solace in a more quiet district. Well.. The residential area. 

      It was where he found himself, now. A black and white smudge against the cement neighborhood. The lack of activity and near silence allow the muscles in his shoulders to relax and put his mind at ease. While his slim black jeans and shoes showed off some of the dirt from the city, the white sweater he huddled in was practically spotless. Only blotched with the kind of wear that came with a rather beloved piece of clothing. 

      He hadn’t, exactly, considered on where he was going to unwind. It did not register that a real live human being would need to access the entrance of their home to .. Well, enter. Or exit. So when he heard the turn of a doorknob there was a moment in which he had to choose to move or stay seated, lost. His surprise got the better of him and the moment passed with him still seated on his bum, the tension returning in his shoulders. 

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