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act two; two; gypsy.

act two; two.

"what even is okay, anyway?"

"well okay definitely isn't sobbing your eyes out in the middle of the train tracks in New York."

Eli stopped
mumbling
and looked up
at the
stranger
with the
kind voice.

"no. I'm not okay. I will never be okay again."

The stranger crossed her arms over her chest and said,

"well why not?"

"you wouldn't understand."

The stranger sighed,

and proceeded to sit down,

next to Eli,

on the train tracks.

"what's your name, blondie?"

"Eli." The blonde woman replied,

Trying not to seem agitated by the nickname.

"well Eli, what do you see out there?"

"what do you mean?"

"what does the sky look like to you?"

"black. and dark. just like my soul. it's empty. and sad."

"well let me tell you something, Eli. I need you
to look at the sky.
it's not dark
and black and
without character.
the black is
in fact
deep blue.
and over there,
lighter blue.
and blowing through
the blueness
and the blackness,
the wind swirling
through the air
and then,
shining,
burning,
bursting through,
the stars.
can  you see
how they roar
their light?
everywhere we look,
the complex magic
of nature
blazes before
our eyes."

"well shit. that's deeper then the hole I buried my girlfriend in."

"jesus. you're not kidding are you?"

"why would I
joke about death?
why would I
joke about suicide,
like what the fuck?
do you really
think I would
fucking joke about
shit like that?"

"sorry."

Eli just rolled her eyes and stood up.

"bye."

"did your girlfriend have good taste in music?"

"why does it matter?"

"I'm trying to be nice, okay? I know what it's like."

"well she did."

"what was one of her favourite songs?"

"gypsy."

"who's that by?"

"suzanne vega."

"okay. I'll look it up later."

"you should."

"do you want to meet here tomorrow? you know, when it's not 3am and raining?"

"sure."