Dzhan
I can’t stop staring, the cool wind air making me shiver in my leather jacket, my fingers going numb. Stupid, stupid, stupid! The voice in my head rushes to me with new ferocity and damn it, but I can’t block it, not right now. I am not sure whether I care enough to do it anyway. It sings a song of violence and justice, of getting there and claiming what’s mine. That’s what I should do, that’s what’s right.
I don’t. I stay hidden behind the trees, my eyes narrowed on the large windows, through which I can see them there, inside, where I was supposed to be. I can here them too, reduced back to the silent observer, the crazy wolf with the crazy cravings, completely missing touch with reality.
She’s talking to him, touching him. They look happy, affectionate as they look into each ot
