Heavy-lidded, he crawled to the window. Outside, they still waited. Colorless. Translucent. Sharp. Frozen.
A menina espiou por cima o ombro para ele. Temeroso, ele parou. Com um riso, ela pulou sob a ponte e para as sombras. Das sombras, ela chamou, e o menino seguiu, limpado de medo por sua voz.
Her scent was cherries and tobacco mingling in her wake. He breathed it in and the craving for a cigarette was sharp and sudden, it made him want her.
A caverna era sem fim, sem eco, sem som. Havia apenas escuridão e chão e o cheiro de terra. Havia sido perdido dentro da terra por semanas. Nunca tinha sede ou fome. “Por que sou ainda vivo?” se perguntou de novo.
He breathed in the cerulean air and shuddered. Around him, they danced. He dropped to his knees, crushed into shards of pale bitterness by the weight of their gliding. The skin of his knees pierced a hundred times, his lapis blood colored the shards. They sighed and melted into the ground.