As we walk home, Jesse runs infront of me, holding a cigarette between her two fingers and blowing smoke outta her mouth. I raise an eyebrow and she blows some in my face, "Where's C?"
I cough, fanning the smoke out of my face and shrug, "How should I know?"
She smirks at me before walking off, humming something.
Who the hell was that?
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Jackie
I watch Nic, yawning, and lie beside him.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I shake my head at Rayah's sister, wondering how she could just smoke in front of Ray like that knowing she's pregnant. Once she's gone, I take Rayah's hand and lead her away from the cloud we'd run into, hoping to clear her lungs a bit.
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Someone lays at my side and I curl into them, my torso stiff and sore but nothing major.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
That's just what translation is, I think. That's all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they're trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands. — Ramy (Babel by R. F. Kuang)
