With trembling fingers, I lift the lid of the inkwell.
A strong gust of wind flings the wooden window open.
_...that escapes my notice._
Deep inhale — sharp scent of ink pierces my senses.
I'm disturbed by how profoundly she understands me.
_The old, open window screeches._
Am I losing my mind? No one has ever wept alongside me.
I sink the nib into that small vessel, into which, somehow, all my bitterness has been poured.
_The freezing cold gnaws at my right cheek, seeping into my skin._
Reality hits me.
I toss the pen aside in disbelief.
I look to my right, toward the open window I just now noticed.
I get up and shut it.
Uneasily, I turn slowly to face _her_, and I stare — speechless.
_"So you were a lie as well."_
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC
With trembling fingers, I lift the lid of the inkwell.
A strong gust of wind flings the wooden window open.
_...that escapes my notice._
Deep inhale — sharp scent of ink pierces my senses.
I'm disturbed by how profoundly she understands me.
_The old, open window screeches._
Am I losing my mind? No one has ever wept alongside me.
I sink the nib into that small vessel, into which, somehow, all my bitterness has been poured.
_The freezing cold gnaws at my right cheek, seeping into my skin._
Reality hits me.
I toss the pen aside in disbelief.
I look to my right, toward the open window I just now noticed.
I get up and shut it.
Uneasily, I turn slowly to face _her_, and I stare — speechless.
_"So you were a lie as well."_
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