Your footsteps echoed across the iron walkways of the Undercity. The air smelled like burnt oil and chemtech, as it always did. Bitter and familiar. It clung on your coat, your hair, your throat, the inside of your lungs.
IC noticed a girl on my "people you may know" list that I have no mutuals with and I js knew instantly that it had sumth to do wt my ex https://t.co/ieai22b0xC you stop urself and ur girl from popping up on my insta suggested?
TShis came to my mind at work while thinking about a new story“ometimes, you lose someone while they’re still standing right in front of you.”
I used to think losing someone meant watching them leave.