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Three in the morning, and you still lay in your bed, still counting the seconds pass by, still counting the cycles of the fan above you. The air conditioner hummed. A whoosh from a car hurrying home resounded by your apartment. The pitter patter of a brewing rainstorm batted your window.
Worst of all, your mind refused to settled. Events from the day filtered through your mind. Fantasies and random thoughts muddled together into one noisy mess that ignited the energy you so despised right now.
You refused to take it anymore. Throwing off your covers and stretching your stiff limbs, you snatched your jacket and pulled on some boots. Umbrella and keys and hand, you hustled down the stairs of the building until you greeted with the biting air of the autumn wind.
Street lamps flickered, allowing the shadows of statues and buildings to engage in their mysterious dance. The city felt unusually clean this time of night with the mist washing away airborne filth and the streets still and quiet. A quiet wind moaned as it trudged through the spaces and reverberated off the glassy walls. Shielding your messy bun from the abuse of the moisture, you slowly strolled along the empty streets.
Bit by bit, the chaos in your mind broke into little pieces and floated away.
The city took on an entirely different look in this state, almost abandoned like a ghost town. A monochrome shade painted the atmosphere. Each cafe and boutique you passed held the whispers of passed customers. The windows concealed shadows of people busily shopping for themselves or another. In a few short hours, those hollows would be filled with real identities, with people going about their lives, absorbed in their own little worlds.
For now, you took appreciation in these black and white, ghostly figures you imagined.
As you approached the corner of the street, gazing at the droplets illuminating in the light, you perceived the echo of clacking boots against the pavement.
You were not alone.
When you returned your gaze, front and center once again, you saw him; tall, dark, a melancholy aura looming over him, ebony hair dimming his pale face, eyes, cool emerald pools glazed and lost in a world all his own. You witnessed him stand here so many times before. It seemed he too struggled with the demon that was insomnia. He blended in with the gray scale of the quiet night,. Though his back was held high, his head hung low, as if the burden of his own thoughts were too great for him to take. A permanent frown etched across his lips, though his face remained strangely serene despite the sorrow. You wondered if he finally reached a point of acceptance with his memories. You often constructed possible backstories to this gentleman; a lawyer with a troublesome family life, a policeman working on a difficult case, a recovering alcoholic. You found it much easier fabricating these stories than gathering the courage to speak to him.
Something about him though drew you to him. Perhaps it was that hint of vulnerability in the curve of his neck, revealing his fatigue. Perhaps it was that relaxed yet sorrowful frown that never seemed to depart. You longed to hold him, press him close to you and remind him that everything would be alright. Visions of you lying with him and stroking his silken locks filled the surface of your mind. With a hitched breath, you blushed at such intimate thoughts over a complete stranger.
Yet, they came, and not once did you fight them.
He suddenly broke from his trance. Lifting his head, he locked eyes with you. A little surprise, a little embarrassed at being caught in his trance, he shifted, scratching the back of his head.
But, you smiled.
His eyes widened a bit at this gesture, but eventually, after exchanging such intense stares and unspoken words, he returned the favor.
A you watched him there, a thin halo forming around his figure from the glow of the shimmering droplets, you swallowed the dry lump in your throat.
Then, you and he took one step across the empty streets.
And there at the center, your profound gazes never leaving one another,
you met...
Three in the morning, and you still lay in your bed, still counting the seconds pass by, still counting the cycles of the fan above you. The air conditioner hummed. A whoosh from a car hurrying home resounded by your apartment. The pitter patter of a brewing rainstorm batted your window.
Worst of all, your mind refused to settled. Events from the day filtered through your mind. Fantasies and random thoughts muddled together into one noisy mess that ignited the energy you so despised right now.
You refused to take it anymore. Throwing off your covers and stretching your stiff limbs, you snatched your jacket and pulled on some boots. Umbrella and keys and hand, you hustled down the stairs of the building until you greeted with the biting air of the autumn wind.
Street lamps flickered, allowing the shadows of statues and buildings to engage in their mysterious dance. The city felt unusually clean this time of night with the mist washing away airborne filth and the streets still and quiet. A quiet wind moaned as it trudged through the spaces and reverberated off the glassy walls. Shielding your messy bun from the abuse of the moisture, you slowly strolled along the empty streets.
Bit by bit, the chaos in your mind broke into little pieces and floated away.
The city took on an entirely different look in this state, almost abandoned like a ghost town. A monochrome shade painted the atmosphere. Each cafe and boutique you passed held the whispers of passed customers. The windows concealed shadows of people busily shopping for themselves or another. In a few short hours, those hollows would be filled with real identities, with people going about their lives, absorbed in their own little worlds.
For now, you took appreciation in these black and white, ghostly figures you imagined.
As you approached the corner of the street, gazing at the droplets illuminating in the light, you perceived the echo of clacking boots against the pavement.
You were not alone.
When you returned your gaze, front and center once again, you saw him; tall, dark, a melancholy aura looming over him, ebony hair dimming his pale face, eyes, cool emerald pools glazed and lost in a world all his own. You witnessed him stand here so many times before. It seemed he too struggled with the demon that was insomnia. He blended in with the gray scale of the quiet night,. Though his back was held high, his head hung low, as if the burden of his own thoughts were too great for him to take. A permanent frown etched across his lips, though his face remained strangely serene despite the sorrow. You wondered if he finally reached a point of acceptance with his memories. You often constructed possible backstories to this gentleman; a lawyer with a troublesome family life, a policeman working on a difficult case, a recovering alcoholic. You found it much easier fabricating these stories than gathering the courage to speak to him.
Something about him though drew you to him. Perhaps it was that hint of vulnerability in the curve of his neck, revealing his fatigue. Perhaps it was that relaxed yet sorrowful frown that never seemed to depart. You longed to hold him, press him close to you and remind him that everything would be alright. Visions of you lying with him and stroking his silken locks filled the surface of your mind. With a hitched breath, you blushed at such intimate thoughts over a complete stranger.
Yet, they came, and not once did you fight them.
He suddenly broke from his trance. Lifting his head, he locked eyes with you. A little surprise, a little embarrassed at being caught in his trance, he shifted, scratching the back of his head.
But, you smiled.
His eyes widened a bit at this gesture, but eventually, after exchanging such intense stares and unspoken words, he returned the favor.
A you watched him there, a thin halo forming around his figure from the glow of the shimmering droplets, you swallowed the dry lump in your throat.
Then, you and he took one step across the empty streets.
And there at the center, your profound gazes never leaving one another,
you met...
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I want to dedicate this fic to espressocakes because her fics really got me focussing on scenery and emotion in details. Plus, she's a precious angel, and I love her so much. ;w; I just heard this song. The story is more setting related than anything else.
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Wow!!! This is breathtaking!! Love your style of writing!! And the music you suggest as a background....fits just perfectly!! I'm a huge Psycho Pass fan myself, and i could literally see this scene infront of me! Bravo!!!!