He sat at the edge of the room, where a gaping hole of the broken wall overlooked the city in ruins.
War had ravaged the state. All that was left of the city was a shadow of its former abundance.
The gray ruins of a former civilization.
The sound of rain and the occassional thunder soothed him.
He knew a handful of others who lived in the city.
But when you're all alone, walking in the spacious streets, it creates the illusion that you're the only living person left in this small world.
There was something beautiful about this solitude.
Drew Martyn over 3 years ago
omg this is stunning - the way it's written really reminds me of Paul Auster (who is amazing - and highly recommended if you haven't read him). And yes, I reckon this counts :)
Jade Falca over 3 years ago
Ooohh, interesting :)
Gonna look for that author's works on my next free time (σ・ω・)σ