Clara
Interesting.
That’s intense. I can’t quite make out what they’re talking about. I’m too far away. To clarify, I‘m not a stalker. I just like people-watching, because I’m interested in people. Their stories.
What drives them? Makes them tick?
We’ve forgotten how to look up and notice our fellow man. And somewhere along the way we stopped caring. Well, I have. Had.
The woman looks sad. As if she’s been crying. Is he breaking up with her? Or is it the other way around?
If only I was close enough to hear.
***
Jesse
I normally never do this. Talk to strangers, especially women. I mean, you’ve got to be so careful nowadays. It only takes one wrong move, or a misplaced word, and it could be misinterpreted as harassment. The days of casual conversations are long gone.
But the sadness haunting this woman’s eyes catches my attention. She’s been crying. That much is obvious. I’d be heartless and rude to ignore her. Showing kindness is never wrong.
Right?
“The color grey…it’s underrated.”
Ugh! I never said I was good at this.
***
Aya
I’m on autopilot, drowning in my dark thoughts. The decision made. I barely notice when he speaks. His words are…confusing. I remain silent, don’t really know what to say.
“It’s versatile, right between black and white, and beautiful in its subtlety,” he continues.
Okay. Strange.
He hesitates a moment and smiles when I look up. “Behind those grey clouds is a blue sky. It can’t remain grey forever.” That’s all, and then he walks away, leaving me deep in thought.I compose myself, previous decision turned. And as I walk past the trash can, I throw out the box of pills I just bought.
He’s right. Grey is beautiful too.
This delightful, somewhat weird distraction was the lifeline I needed.
It didn’t take much.
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