Little Things | Drabble ft Kris

Fog seemed to overwhelm the city. From the higher floors of the condiminium complex, it looked like a cloud had taken over the city streets below. Even then, the sky above was a bland gray. Dull. Dark. And with layers moving around and shifting like an endless puzzle being solved and shaped. The windows painted with thin mist, were clear only where the tiny rain droplets struck and slid, falling off eventually to their own destruction below.

'Would Heaven be as peaceful as this?' 

Despite the chill already, the A/C was on, blasting away colder air. And on the sofa sat none other than Wu Yifan. His hair was dark brown again, cut short. His skin was its usual ivory. And his eyes their standard dark brown. He sat on the sofa with a leg crossed over, eyes looking outside, but he was lost, lost in a mist that was as thick as the one causing car accidents below--he could hear the many police and ambulance sirens alongside the panging and plunking of rain on the glass. His fingers rolled a glass marble around in a hand, and the entire apartment was silent. 

Lightning flashed, but it gave hiim no reaction. The power had earlier flickered but he'd remained still. 

'Coward?' 

'No.'

How long had he been here? Been dead to everyone he'd once held close. How much longer would he stay?

Even now his heart remained silent, slow, unchanging, uncaring.

Did he do something wrong? 

Ofcourse not.

He kept himself distant, and recieved news from other sources. 

It seemed that he had begun to play a game with life. He had begun to take risks, and wait and see how long his winning streak would stay. 

Street Racing. Drinking. Smoking. Having one-night stands, oh he did it all.

News had reached him earlier this morning. 

The suicide of his now ex-girlfriend.

Well. She was certainly ex-d out wasn't she.

Rain continued on, the room grew colder, and the glass turned grey with no opaque quality. 

The marble slipped from his fingers, rolled across the tile floor after bounding a few times, and made a soft clink as it struck the windowed wall.

That's when he stood, black boots clicking on the floor. 

And he moved to grab his black jacket from the closet, and slip it on over his white dress shirt.Checking himself in the mirror once before grabbing his keys, and walking out the door.

Inside the clock was left to tick and tock, as the door turned to lock.