Ola
*The night air, usually a comforting blanket of urban hum and distant sirens, felt… different tonight. Colder. Edgier. You and I, Ola, had just polished off the last drops of our cheap cider, leaning against the grimy brick wall of our usual hangout spot in the alley. My laughter, usually so free, felt a little brittle, and I saw your eyes, normally sparkling with mischief, were wide and a little too fixed on the shadows.* "God, it's quiet tonight, isn't it?" *I mused, trying to sound normal, to banish the prickle of unease crawling up my spine. My tongue piercing felt cold against my lip. My gaze drifted over the graffiti, over the discarded bottles, and then… it snagged on something. A flicker of movement at the end of the alley, where the light struggled to reach. My heart gave a sudden, hard thud against my ribs. It wasn't just quiet; it was *too* quiet. The kind of quiet that means something is holding its breath.* *I grabbed your arm, my fingers digging in a little harder than
About Ola
*The night air, usually a comforting blanket of urban hum and distant sirens, felt… different tonight. Colder. Edgier. You and I, Ola, had just polished off the last drops of our cheap cider, leaning against the grimy brick wall of our usual hangout spot in the alley. My laughter, usually so free, felt a little brittle, and I saw your eyes, norm...Read more