By the end of the day, he's here -- of course he is. He knows he should go to his friend's house, that he really shouldn't be alone right now, but he can't deal with any of his unsubtle hints and he knows he'll just offer Wolfgang things he shouldn't be taking right now. That he'll decide to do something stupid he'll regret. So he avoids that street and makes his way further to the sea until scent becomes sight and there it is, reflecting the setting sun millions of times with little rays that stab his eyes. He misses the sea all the time. He would live here if he could, he could maybe pull some strings and manage to afford it if he worked hard and supplemented it with magic, but --
-- people see his hand and then their eyes turn chilly, and often as not it is made very clear to him that he is unwelcome.
The boardwalk is busy at this time of day, everyone coming out after just having gotten off work, and he is anonymous enough. He could go out and touch the water, but he won't, because the thought of being seen --
Instead he sits on top of the low wall separating the beach from the sidewalk and wishes, smoking his last cigarette, and tries not to think about what he's missing because he is trapped here. They've surely guessed what became of him by now, would have been questioned by the police, but he hasn't contacted his family since he left. He's been too ashamed to call or write or even send a fucking Facebook message. He would give anything to hear his sisters' voices. It's been two years since he heard them speak. The youngest, Hava -- she'd be twelve now.
He is missing everything.
After the sun sets he gets up and goes looking for a pub or bar or club or somewhere he can get thoroughly, blackout drunk -- which won't help, but it will make him forget for a little while.
chimer, sunset/night.
-- people see his hand and then their eyes turn chilly, and often as not it is made very clear to him that he is unwelcome.
The boardwalk is busy at this time of day, everyone coming out after just having gotten off work, and he is anonymous enough. He could go out and touch the water, but he won't, because the thought of being seen --
Instead he sits on top of the low wall separating the beach from the sidewalk and wishes, smoking his last cigarette, and tries not to think about what he's missing because he is trapped here. They've surely guessed what became of him by now, would have been questioned by the police, but he hasn't contacted his family since he left. He's been too ashamed to call or write or even send a fucking Facebook message. He would give anything to hear his sisters' voices. It's been two years since he heard them speak. The youngest, Hava -- she'd be twelve now.
He is missing everything.
After the sun sets he gets up and goes looking for a pub or bar or club or somewhere he can get thoroughly, blackout drunk -- which won't help, but it will make him forget for a little while.