Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
ahnaf abrar
no like which do people call me
like first name
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i really havent
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
sorry i am texting like a slav
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i want to do that too
fw
isaac newton
lol
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
autonomy of learning
is this you as well
thank you
yeah
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
wait what is that
i was tempted to lie about my name
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?