The wind brushed through the calm town, gently rustling the small strands of grass poking up from the ground— even the ones that emerged from concrete.
The falling sun emitted its final dying rays of light, washing the sky with a vibrant and grandiose rosy colour. The suns orange flames still plagued the near sky, even just a bit.
The deeper crevices of the sky revealed a lavender brush, however the partition of fading day and raising night was only faintly visible.
Only one or two clouds rolled in the sky, quite stagnant for the lack of a better breeze to get the stringy wisps moving elsewhere.
The ground below was dark, but the tallest trees were tipped with a dashing orange. A distant mountain caught the final rays too, between the small dashes of clouds among the sun.
Eventually, the sun sank and slipped beneath the nature. The town was now darkened, a wallowing darkness enveloping everything.
However..
A figure standing meaninglessly relaxed against the security and firmness of a tree, probably assessing the things around it. It let out a low cry, as if it were calling out with as little as a meager whisper.
Maybe, someone else out there, would too be crying out with a sad, depressingly miniature weep of desperation.
Only maybe, don't get your hopes up.
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Losers
Fanfiction["Close your eyes.."] ["Look at all these losers, you find them everywhere."] ["They're fucked up and annoying, but somehow you seem to care.."] (this is kinda embarrassing of a desc ngl.. the cardigans are good though) (also cover will be fixed lat...
