12:32am
0*********1:
Do you know that the stars we see
at night are all dead?
0*********2:
Oh, hello there, lord Nerd
Do I know you?
0*********1:
Probably not.
To be fair, I don't know you either
0*********2:
And that ain't creepy.
Who are you?
0*********1:
Eager, are we?
I shall not reveal my name if you
do not reveal yours.
0*********2:
Humor me, okay?
How come you texted someone
you don't even know?
Like, what?
Aren't you the least worried that the
person on the other side
of the screen could be a murderer?
A psychopath waiting for that
naive person to text them and hunt them 'til the
end of the world to kill them?
0*********1:
Whoa there, Jane Doe.
Calm thine tits, yeah?
Jsyk, my friends apparently knows you and
that's enough for you to gain my trust.
Ah, ain't I a saint?
0*********2:
Naivete is not synonymous to holiness.
Anyway, I must go and find something more socially
acceptable to do other
than talk to some unknown descendant of Holmes.
Ciao, Saint Sherlock.
0*********1:
Farewell, my Jane Doe.
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And that's for a wrap up!
Welcome to "Who We Are" and enjoy your stay :)
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Who We Are (A Speck of Dust)
RomanceJust two not-ordinary people in the midst of corporate messes and predatory tact who found themselves engrossed at each other's musings after midnight. | Won 3rd place at The Mystic Awards |
