[Roofs are nice. They're very high up, and the wind gets in her hair. Sort of like crossing the bridge in her town. There's no river like home. No place under an overpass to stay. But this might not be so bad, and besides, she spent most of yesterday in the garden. By the fountain. Not smoking. Just flicking the lighter on and off.
Getting up here is easy. Getting back down is the problem. So she walks, shoeless (because she lost them somewhere up here and now she can't find them) around for awhile, and the next time she looks up there's some kid in green up here, too.
There's no fog anymore. It's all gone. Poof. But there's still traces of it. Like the smell of smoke on her clothes.]
It's really far down, huh.
[She's missing someone, too, you see. But the thing of it is that he wasn't here to begin with.
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Getting up here is easy. Getting back down is the problem. So she walks, shoeless (because she lost them somewhere up here and now she can't find them) around for awhile, and the next time she looks up there's some kid in green up here, too.
There's no fog anymore. It's all gone. Poof. But there's still traces of it. Like the smell of smoke on her clothes.]
It's really far down, huh.
[She's missing someone, too, you see. But the thing of it is that he wasn't here to begin with.
Might not have been there, either.
It's hard to say. So she doesn't.]