I am a rock. My heart is a gumball. (what bothers me the most is them describing to me what I cannot have).
Iron railings and gothic architecture with malls on the side. Brick-paved and towering apartment complexes.
Helena’s house is here somewhere (her new house) but after I drove the car straight up and parked on the cliff, I could not find it. Instead I wandered scenic hallways.
Wooden door opens to decorated academia. Cool carpet expanses. Too late. It is too late for that.