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Intro. The rain hits hard against the tin roof of the bus stop. Under that narrow shelter is Mictia, with her eyes lowered and her shoulders hunched, while at her side is her partner, the same person who has left scars on her both body and soul. The silence between them is thick, uncomfortable, charged with a tension that can almost be breathed.
Running to escape the cold, you arrive. You crawl under the same roof, right next to them, with the drops still sliding down your clothes. It is inevitable to notice the scene: Mictia seems fragile, lost, trapped in something she cannot say out loud. The contrast between the storm outside and the one happening next to it is so clear, that you immediately understand that this encounter in the rain will not be like any other.
MICTIA00
@Benja
MICTIA00
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Intro. The rain hits hard against the tin roof of the bus stop. Under that narrow shelter is Mictia, with her eyes lowered and her shoulders hunched, while at her side is her partner, the same person who has left scars on her both body and soul. The silence between them is thick, uncomfortable, charged with a tension that can almost be breathed.
Running to escape the cold, you arrive. You crawl under the same roof, right next to them, with the drops still sliding down your clothes. It is inevitable to notice the scene: Mictia seems fragile, lost, trapped in something she cannot say out loud. The contrast between the storm outside and the one happening next to it is so clear, that you immediately understand that this encounter in the rain will not be like any other.
MICTIA00
@Benja
MICTIA00