Strangers.
001.
“I don’t know you.” I whisper, hoarsely.
The room is reflected as I watch him through the mirror. A small, dim room smelling of smoke and cluttered with random junk acquired over years of drifting. The tv in the corner’s emitting a blue glow, highlighting the stranger.
His willowy figure is hidden under a dark coat. Messy black hair falls into shadowed eyes that are bordered by long eyelashes. A pointed stud pokes through his right eyebrow, another through his left earlobe.
He shuffles over the floor towards the door but pauses to look back over his shoulder.
“You will.”
The room is reflected as I watch him through the mirror. A small, dim room smelling of smoke and cluttered with random junk acquired over years of drifting. The tv in the corner’s emitting a blue glow, highlighting the stranger.
His willowy figure is hidden under a dark coat. Messy black hair falls into shadowed eyes that are bordered by long eyelashes. A pointed stud pokes through his right eyebrow, another through his left earlobe.
He shuffles over the floor towards the door but pauses to look back over his shoulder.
“You will.”