Windowpain

Author: nuclearsubmarine

apparently I need to fill out this field.

F sat there, in that uncomfortable position, half-leaning on the windowsill, still gazing outside. It took her a while to notice the tears on her cheeks. Myriad raindrops appeared under a street light, to be illuminated briefly before disappearing again. She finally moved, opening the window hastily, as if drowning. She inhaled deeply, letting the cold, fresh air fill her. By the time she exhaled it all, she was a new person.

T pressed his forehead against the window of the cab, not minding the shakes at every pothole. He wanted to feel pain, he wanted to scream. „Curse you, cab driver, and societal norms, for preventing me from letting it all out!” Facing outside he closed his eyes, letting the afternoon sun paint hell on the inside of his eyelids. The car stopped at a red light, and T opened his eyes, to see a face that would change him. It wasn’t anyone he knew, and he only saw it for a moment, it was just an intriguing face that made an impression on him. He paid the fare, deciding to walk instead.