TheTiniestGiant

The wind ripped across the city, dragging in a storm. Litter tumbled down the street as the wind howled, forcing itself through alleyways it shouldn’t have been able to reach. The wind chimes of broken wine bottles clanked together sounding more like a warning than harmonic. From her spot on the rusted fire escape, Lani listened to her friend sing. She leaned against the dirty brick and took a long drag from her cigarette. Mina’s voice curled the air, slipping through the harsh wind. In the bathtub under the open window, Mina sang a song, old and brittle in lyrics, in a language unfamiliar to air, but with a melody like the last

You won't think it at first. It starts with his charm. It starts when you comment on his stupid hat and he smirks more than smiles as he asks you if you'd like to share your opinion on another one of his hats some time. Somehow that smirk comes out less condescending than it should be and more like he doesn’t know how to smile easy. The way he turns his body to face you instead of pretending to hear you might make you feel a little special, but you only give a half smile and tilt your chin back enough to invite him forward. --- By the time you're on the splintering back steps a few weeks later, you might have a suspicion he'd be a b