The city.
Buzzing as a bee and full of constant light.
The suburbs.
A slow moving hell full of crazy rich bitches.
But found in both are toxic creatures. Coated in skin that is not their own and a life that has been made up, like a fairy tale.
You see there are the kind of people that stay to themselves. That want nothing more than to get through life being unknown.
And then we see people that do everything in their power to be the center of it all.
I find myself in between the two. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a social, lovely, or beautiful kind of person that can talk to anyone, anytime. But I do think to myself a lot. And when I’m thinking to myself I think about how great it would be to just be noticed, maybe once. But the power of my other half that wants to stay hidden is just too strong to resist.
So I stay within the shadows, never letting anyone see me. Not really, at least.
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“Taxi!” The young red-head in front of me hollered. Her hair was a curly wave of fire, something I had always strangely desired. And her roaming eyes were a piercing shade of blue that could stop a war. She had a inner beauty about her too, from what I could tell by just one creepy glance. This girl seemed like she was sweet and funny and everything anyone could want. She seemed like the kind of person that stood out to the world. The universe must look at her and be proud of its creation.
As she got into the next taxi I moved onto my next observation. Roaming my eyes around the fast city of New York’ simple sidewalks. People gather together in small groups, laughing, talking. Others rush to a days worth of work like myself. But I am not in any rush. I like to take in my surroundings and view the world. Because my life is short, and one day I’ll die. I won’t be able to have any pleasant memories except the same cycle every morning. Getting up, getting ready, going to work, leaving work, and sleeping.
As I turn the corner I see the small book store coming into view. It’s cracked stubbiness is like a grain of salt compared to the skyscrapers next to it.
“Hi Mrs. Belle.” I say as I kiss the old lady dusting at the front of the shop on the cheek. She’s been like a mother to me ever since I moved to the city, and our shared love of books helped me get a job here too.
“Oh, Buffy!” She smiled and looked at me with adorable eyes. The ones most old women have. They are filled with delight and warmth, something strangely hard to find. “Could you possibly get me the books from the back room? I tried to lift them but my back hasn’t been well lately.”
“Of course.” I spoke to her although I was already on my way to do it. She doesn’t expect me to do anything, even if she’s my boss. In the end she’s still a old lady who cares about me working too hard.
I hum along the rest of the day, finding myself more bored than usual. The constant pitter-patter of people walking outside was pulling my attention and refusing to give it back.
Mrs. Belle must have noticed because she offers to let me leave early, since only two people have come in all day.
I take the offer, as thunder rumbles in the sky and I realize it will be storming before we know it.
“Do you need me to walk you home?” I ask her, she nods her head and grabs my hands.
“No, I’ll stay around a bit later. I’ve got some things I need taken care of.”
