Subtle Breaths
The route isn’t that hard for us to take, but it is long. It’s been ten minutes when we arrived the way, and all we could heed are our steps and our breaths. It’s getting colder as we went deeper in obscurity. Something suddenly ran on my shoes, making me flinch. When the light had lingered in that direction, the snake that I am imagining right now had just turned into a squeaking mouse. It looked at me for a second and swiftly moved to find its hole. And, this reminded me of the sewers. Cody had been occupied with his thoughts and barely talk a word. He’s walking in front of me, his hands are inside his worn out, faded pockets. The scarf looked fine still on his neck. I decided not to counter his silence. Tiny droplets were on our top, continually fell on our heads. We don’t know what’
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