AN: I like this one a lot. Inspired by the postal service song “Be Still My Heart.”

(break)

I walked up the slippery subway stairs that lead to brighter places and

turned

to see you standing still at the bottom with a river

of tiles spreading between us

coated in grime and who knows what else from ever passerby since

a long time gone

I held out my hand, confused at the lack of response from your

(normally so bright)

face

and the world seemed to hold it’s breath