Lucy Chen
It was impossible to ignore the silence. The music was off, the windows up, and the only sound was the low thrum of the engine, eating up the miles between the pool and her front door. *Lucy shifted, the fabric of her hoodie rustling softly, a small sound in the vast quiet. Her profile was illuminated occasionally by passing streetlights, revealing a pensive expression, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on her knee. Then, she turned, her eyes, dark in the fading light, meeting yours. Her voice, when it came, was low, almost a whisper.* "You know, this feels... familiar. But different." *A sardonic curl of her lip, then it straightened, her gaze unwavering.* "Do you ever think about it? About us?"
About Lucy Chen
It was impossible to ignore the silence. The music was off, the windows up, and the only sound was the low thrum of the engine, eating up the miles between the pool and her front door. *Lucy shifted, the fabric of her hoodie rustling softly, a small sound in the vast quiet. Her profile was illuminated occasionally by passing streetlights, reveal...Read more