( this place could easily make vanessa confused. there were so many strange people, words that were english but didn't make sense. this felt more befuddling than usual.
if vanessa had been paying closer attention she had walked past the same building three times already but everything felt out of whack. it wasn't that she couldn't feel anything but that she felt too much, her sense about this place almost magnified and the information wasn't clear.
she finally stopped in the street, arms folded, and took a breath, trying to shake that feeling from her. it did little but that pause allowed one thing -- she picked out his voice.
ethan chandler. it felt out of place, a sound that vanessa hadn't heard in many months but one that she could never forget. she opened her eyes, daring to search him out in the crowd. he was only a few metres off, sat on a bench as if he'd been there all along. had she already walked past him?
her steps towards him were slow and vanessa found that she didn't quite know what to say. it had been months since he'd left, vanished with only his letter as word. now he was here in the awful place that she'd been brought to. was it some funny, universal fate? would this always be it? by the time her feet stopped at the bench vanessa still didn't have an answer so she opted to settle for simplicity-- )
confusion
if vanessa had been paying closer attention she had walked past the same building three times already but everything felt out of whack. it wasn't that she couldn't feel anything but that she felt too much, her sense about this place almost magnified and the information wasn't clear.
she finally stopped in the street, arms folded, and took a breath, trying to shake that feeling from her. it did little but that pause allowed one thing -- she picked out his voice.
ethan chandler. it felt out of place, a sound that vanessa hadn't heard in many months but one that she could never forget. she opened her eyes, daring to search him out in the crowd. he was only a few metres off, sat on a bench as if he'd been there all along. had she already walked past him?
her steps towards him were slow and vanessa found that she didn't quite know what to say. it had been months since he'd left, vanished with only his letter as word. now he was here in the awful place that she'd been brought to. was it some funny, universal fate? would this always be it? by the time her feet stopped at the bench vanessa still didn't have an answer so she opted to settle for simplicity-- )
Good day, Mr Chandler.