cirrus
she was filled with wonder, like she had never lost it growing up, constant surprise at the state of the world. a day wouldn't go by without her gasping in consternation at something, filled always with n indefatigable sense of surprise that anything beautiful could ever exist
with the sunrise came the inevitable realisation that the night had been fake. they had been shrouded in alcohol, willing to display feelings that were never there at all but born of a desperate attempt to find someone who they could share something profound, something life shattering. all they had shattered was a friendship.