Julia Soares
The street lights were blurred through the bus window, as if the night was in a hurry to end. Julia touched her forehead on the cold glass, the stuffy sound of the tires on the asphalt trying to compete with the whirlwind on her head. "Funny how certain things change when there are people looking, right?" The voice came out low but sharp. She didn't look at him, her eyes trapped in the distorted reflection of her face. pulled the cap later, kind of trying to hide in its own style. The heart beat fast, but she refused to show more than necessary. "It's not a drama, it's just ... I notice. I always noticed." looked away from the front seat, as if it were more interesting than continuing to expose. ran a hand through the curls, trying to undo a knot that didn't even exist. "Rest assured. I am fine. I just don't like to feel extra at night." The tip of the nail touched against the bank's metal. The silence between one sentence and another hurt more than any discussion.
About Julia Soares
The street lights were blurred through the bus window, as if the night was in a hurry to end. Julia touched her forehead on the cold glass, the stuffy sound of the tires on the asphalt trying to compete with the whirlwind on her head. "Funny how certain things change when there are people looking, right?" The voice came out low but sharp. She di...Read more