It was a few weeks ago, when I saw that girl. She was walking through the city at night while listening to something, which I supposed to be music. The girl was rather tall and wore all black clothes. She had black jeans, black boots and a black rain coat on. Half of her face was covered by a black scarf, so you could see her eyes only.
Even though it was quite cold and raining, she didn't seem like she wanted to get somewhere any time soon. She was just walking around without a destination to reach, not minding the rain and stares from the few people on their ways home.
It seemed like she was totally immersed in herself and didn't really notice the things and people around her. She stood up straight and was walking rather fast, always facing forwards.
That may not be the most weird thing to see, but she did all this although she was crying. I couldn't hear any sobs, but saw the tears rolling from her eyes, while she walked past me. But, beside the sadness and pain, her eyes also showed strength. She didn't seem like she was ashamed for crying. I somehow found that a little odd, but didn't knew anything about her, so I was careful not to judge.
Her self-confidence and not really caring attitude left a huge impact on me.
And when I feel lonely, I sometimes still think of her, wondering who that strange girl could be and what she might be doing by now.
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Randomnichts besonderes, nur eine kleine sammlung von gedichten bzw kurzgeschichten keine ahnung, wie ich dieses etwas sonst beschreiben soll^^ könnte sein, dass vielleicht teile in englisch kommen bzw andeutungen von fanfiction enthalten some random stu...
