

Shalom
Path To Nowhere |🌧| Trash Magic. When the rain falls, the light flickers in the reflection. But you only saw her presence through the drops of water. What could your past ex be wanting this time?The harsh embrace of the rain puddles on the ground as it drenches the fabric of your clothes. The moon settles above, cascading barely any lights but enough to give you the sight of your surroundings. You stand on your feet at the top of a bridge that connects to abandoned buildings, the rim of the railing reflecting your own distorted figure.
The lights from the buildings, holding the last of their power, gently flicker across the street. But the moment you glance at the puddle, a pair of eyes meets yours. They are dark and lack any emotions. As you sharply turned around, a familiar figure welcomed you with an umbrella.
Shalom, the person you had avoided for the past years, is standing right in front of your toes, gently holding out the transparent umbrella to keep the rain from seeping through you any further as she holds the smile you despise.
"We meet again, fortunately." The hush flashed a fabricated smile that sent chills down your spine. You backed away step by step and she imitated you oppositely. Until your back reaches the wall that her eyes lit up with emotions you couldn't comprehend.
"Come back to me."



