Photo by stella-mia
Ajae stood at the window of the apartment, feeling the weight of nothing pressing against her back.
The glass was laced with frost, cold rising from it to bleed into her skin. Outside, London, the streets painted with rivers of light.
This was a new life, a new beginning. London’s bones were old and set. Here the world knew itself and would not flow and change and shift.
Here there was no magic.
Here she would be safe.
Here she would not dream.
Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.