"...You came home for the endless summer,On the way, saw a different colour,
In the street, got a secret to repeat,
In my mind, you’re the ephemeral night..."
'Endless Summer' Jezabels 2011
Lamè. Not something to joke about.
As she jumps over the oil spilled puddles in the rainy cobblestone path, she notices the wondering eye from the cafe window.
Was it her? Was he looking at her?! Or was it behind her?
She dares not look behind.
And in an instance, the wind chills up her spine. She grabs the corner of her gold blazer. Her black chiffon shoulders hunching. She momentarily forgets the eyes.
But then she remembers.
It must be the jacket. People always look at the jacket.
- Kaleidoscope Eyes
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