The city was wet. Rain drenched. Buildings stained by the downpour stared out of their tired windows. Soggy streets. The last of the raindrops clinging to the sodium rays of the vapour lamps. Slowly, she walked back home. Through streets that were more a part of her than most things. But tonight the city wasn't on her mind. Tonight even the rain couldn't invade her thoughts. Tonight the rain water in the cracked concrete didn't reflect the storm in her eyes.
Tonight she could only think of him. Of his eyes, and the way he looked at her. He was an alien in her city. Lost, feeling out of place. But she did not see this all at once.
All she saw were his eyes.
"You want to tell my story? Why? Why would you?" She couldn't tell him. She sensed he wanted reasons, logic even. She had none. Facile, convinient answers that would have fooled anyone else. But she couldn't lie to him...
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