Echoing Wasteland

“The dictionary defines love as an intense feeling of deep affection and/or to feel a deep romantic/sexual attachment to someone.”
He stared at the slim girl before her, looking past her sleek jet black hair with staggering split ends and her dull lifeless eyes that used to shine a mellow emerald green. “Did you just quote the dictionary on love?” He whispered in disbelief, this girl’s apathetic nature causing him uneasiness.
She made a small noise in the back of her throat, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. “I quote the dictionary on a word that holds no meaning. Something nonexistent.”
*
Meet Zoey Oliver. Zoey’s the very definition of dull. Dull hair, dull eyes, dull tone.
Dull life.
After making a hasty escape from pursuers she had fended off from a helpless girl, Zoey boards the nearest city transit bus and sits next to an nearly invisible guy clad in an unattractive brown leather coat that covers everything except the crown of his head. He’s arguing with someone on the phone.
Zoey doesn’t care.
Meet Flint Ross. Flint is the very definition of helpless. He falls too easily, he’s optimistic, yet he can never return to his feet. He’s on his way to depression.
After making a hasty escape from a furious boss, Flint drags his feet to the nearest city transit bus, a melancholy air surrounding him. He sits next to the window, his cell phone buzzing.
His girlfriend wants to break up.

The stronger one in this budding relationship is unclear…

Cover made by @InspiredNightmares