“Didn’t know I could read?” Her blue eyes widen. Her dark eyebrows vanish beneath her black bangs as they raise. Her tone was quiet, innocent as she asked, “What do you think I do up here all by my lonesome?”
Her gloved fingers touched her collarbone. The other hand grazed the brittle, weathered pages of the book opened before her. Dust filled the air. It glittered and glowed an iridescent purple. The particles swirled around my legs, my arms, my waist, like they were alive.
“Sadly, I can’t have you know.”
The purple dust cinched tight. It forced into my lungs. My body seized.
Inspired by artist Sangrde’s ‘Reader‘ from Deviantart.