𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 '𝟖𝟕

ⅴ. master of disguise

"EPISODE 5"
june 19, 1987

the warm air held me in a humid embrace as it colored my skin.

the slow moon sank, driving people back into the comfort of their homes.

the tall lights flickered and cast shadows on the grim, sombre street.

a pair of lovers walked hand in hand, their muted voices rose into the sky, their saccharine faces dazed by awe.

meanwhile, i sat, my feet dangling off the edge of the earth as i wallowed in pity and misfortune.

i looked behind me– at him. he rested on the floor, his slender body adorned with rolled up jeans and a tattered sweater.

he stared back at me, his distress veiled with a tender smile.

"are you happy?" i asked him, swinging my legs and hopping onto the roof.

"yes," he replied, the lie rolled off his tongue as a small shrug masked the truth.

when he pulled me into his arms, that was the end of it.