❝ yeah, gotta give it to her; Troy. even her ashes were something to be admired. ❞
but she’s never taken much of a fancy towards reminiscing
even more so less inclined to lingering upon such recollections.
but when brought to her attention so directly, it can’t be helped
the memories, however fleeting and vague, that edged to the
surface and forefront of her mind. before they are quickly
stowed away, crammed back into those darker, less visited
dimensions of her musings. the girl takes steps towards the
other, her swagger overdone for a simple stroll in the park.
constantly projecting a fabricated sense of exaggerated
superiority, as if it’s a necessity to her sanity.
who knows, it just might be.
❝ it’s no Sin City. but i think i’ve found my place amid the Wall Street rats and desperate girls fighting nail and tooth for their shot at Broadway. ❞ there’s a laugh, or some dry sound attempting to replicate the trill.
❝ and what about you, fairest of us all. are your eyes all aglow from the blistering sparkle of city lights. ❞