LocaGreca

Sunday morning, Hajime wakes up to soft splattering on the windows- the first rain of September. While still laid on his back, he props himself on his elbows and peers outside. A faint smirk etched on his features, as he turns to the resting form, sprawled ever so ungracefully beneath grey sheets. Her plum lips ever so lightly parted, a soft breathing merging with the rythmic fall of raindrops outdoors. His heart plays games within him, his chest feeling fuzzy by the sight before him. Her torso uncovered thanks to unconditional tossing throughout the night, her chest rising and falling calmly. The light colored shirt, hugging gently her e

-Love may last forever, but what about life itself? Inhale, exhale, repeat. That's what she did the whole time, waiting outside the hospital , while holding an unlit cigar promptly forgotten by both blaze and lips.She kept staring at the gloomy sky, filled with gray clouds,which every passing moment grew draker.Seems like the day was ending, switching shifts with night ever so slowly. Another deep sigh escaped her lips. -But why did it have to be him? Her thoughts were racing,making her migrane only worse.Pale yet plump lips parted once again, only to offer a homeless man close by the very cigar she foolishly thought she had come to smoke,

"Let us count the sheep out loud,  and fall into the deepest slumber-unconciousness towards the world. Let us sleep through eternity, and lose to the system that overpowers our "dawn". Let us lose all hope, and feel nothing at all. Perhaps, who knows? We might not be as mistreated after all." "I refuse do submit!" She screamed towards the voice. The voice that represented chaos. Everyone was stunned by her sudden outbrust. "Sweetheart,are you okay?" A mother's caring tone was heard."She's nuts" a grumpy younger sibling retorted quietly."How can you pretend not to hear, to understand?!" She raged on . About their mistreatment,  the double cro