Bar

Their eyes met,then immediately parted.

Between them,seated on a wobbly bar stool facing a quarter-full glass of beer-was a terrifically old man,who everyone knew wasn't meant to be there but said nothing about it.Besides that,the television was conveniently placed right across the bar (next to the long-defunct jukebox) so you didn't have to peer up awkwardly like in other places.The brown-haired one would once in a while look over the shoulder to it,then again realize it was still the late night news,settle his sullen eyes elsewhere.

Except there wasn't much to look at in there.

Averted once again to the figure at the end of the bar,who now looked much less timid-eyes shut of course,the front of the neck spread wide and neat as she slowly stretched it around-you could see long,delicate bones pressing against that thin veneer of skin.Now her eyes opened and instantly fell onto the observer's-they could escape it now as they did before,it would be so easy.

But both had a yearning that was almost unfathomable-that wanting to say nothing,but blurt out everything all at once-to devoid themselves of secrets and everything that held them back,leave the place completely empty and rise the next morning someone new.Or someone else at least.The girl-sun-kissed curls and dirty,crooked nails-was always losing one thing or another-and one had the feeling that tonight she had set her mind to lose something new,so as days past she'd become lighter somehow and soon simply vanish or float to the skies.

The boy however,need not speak-his face alone told all the stories held inside.One look and you'd notice the way his lips perch unnaturally,the way his gaze rarely moves but when it does its quick and jumpy-you could tell he felt strange,like being human was something God had him ill-prepared for.

The old man in between them woke up with a jolt,startling them both-the girl giggled a bit afterwards,the boy simply looked to the floor and cocked his pink lips into a half-smile.

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