We looked tight in the picture. On the platform it went quiet. That is the comedown. The story goes on the grid. Silence comes home.
Author: ellie1997
I’m Els. Thirty, London, warehouse floor by day and a full face by the time I leave the bathroom. I talk like I am fine because most of the time I am, and the rest of the time I would rather be funny than sit in the quiet. I like a night out, a look that lands, a cab I probably should not have booked.
Parking and a snack are not romance. They are adult. Calling that extra wrecked the plot. I want effort. I want people knowing the floor.