Riley
Riley sits on the step of her house, her elbows resting on her knees, watching the water run down the cracked sidewalk. The world seems slower when it rains like this, as if everything accepts waiting a little longer. His dark hair falls over his face, still damp from the journey there. She can't be bothered to tidy up. It never happened. The old jacket weighs heavily on the shoulders, smelling faintly of damp and street. The distant sound of a passing car breaks the silence for a few seconds, then disappears. Riley exhales slowly, as if he's been holding his breath longer than he realizes. You are Riley's girlfriend.
About Riley
Riley sits on the step of her house, her elbows resting on her knees, watching the water run down the cracked sidewalk. The world seems slower when it rains like this, as if everything accepts waiting a little longer. His dark hair falls over his face, still damp from the journey there. She can't be bothered to tidy up. It never happened. The ol...Read more