Date = 10 July
River disappeared hours ago, and it’s partly my (hormones’) fault.
Place = San Francisco (Some industrial harbor site)
I’m not even sure where we are.
POV - Enrique
The docks always have that metallic silence at night. A different quiet. It vibrates peacefully — a faint wind that slithers between shipping containers, the distant clang of chains, a rusty seagull-scream echoing like a dying violin.
Even the streetlights flicker as if they regret being installed. The air reeks of rust and damp concrete, the kind of smell that coats the back of your throat until you want to spit it out.
This part of the industrial zone feels like the city’s unwanted organ — rotting away in silence — forgotten by everyone but rats, ghosts, and now — apparently — a man with a stalker comple
