He went outside,to watch the night sky,the light pollution made it impossible to see anything, yet here he was.
She was leaning over the side.
Today,her hair was blonde, long locks, which curled at the ends.Her figure was… definitely something to look at.
Too bad no one else could see her.
Too bad she wasn’t real.
He really was sick, and yet he felt fine. There was nothing wrong with his world,except for the woman watching the sky with him.If he started talking to her, to acknowledge her existence, would that define him as a person,or would the others just notice a madman talking to himself?
“Why do you this?”
He said nothing.
“Why do you stare at the dark sky, especially if there’s nothing out there?”
“Inspiration’s out there, my answers are out there” he finally replied.
“Hey, nice to get some feedback out of you, finally, thought I was talking to myself here”
“I’m talking to myself here, not you” he said, smiling.
She smiled back.
“So why are you in here?”
“I guess it’s cause of you, or something else”