Feubrunee

You're sitting at a cafe, reading on your laptop, when a young woman sits down at the table beside you. You catch a glimpse of her appearance. What do you notice first? Your eyes wander to her extremely pale skin, her unkempt hair and her eyebags. She must not leave her house often. She probably doesn't sleep very much either. Maybe she has demons keeping her awake at night. Next, you notice the scars on her arms and legs. Some are white and old, some are bright red and look very fresh. You picture her sobbing at 3 AM in her bathroom, taking a blade to her skin, and you shudder. Her order arrives. It's just a black coffee. She takes a lighte

You're sitting at a cafe, reading on your laptop, when a young woman sits down at the table beside you. You catch a glimpse of her appearance. What do you notice first? Your eyes wander to her extremely pale skin, her unkempt hair and her eyebags. She must not leave her house often. She probably doesn't sleep very much either. Maybe she has demons keeping her awake at night. Next, you notice the scars on her arms and legs. Some are white and old, some are bright red and look very fresh. You picture her sobbing at 3 AM in her bathroom, taking a blade to her skin, and you shudder. Her order arrives. It's just a black coffee. She takes a lighte

The sun is going down. We’re driving down the deserted road in an old run-down car.  The street is only lit by our headlights. We can only see what’s ahead of us, we don’t look back into the rearview. The stereo is playing some lo-fi music through its old, gritty sounding speakers. The car is filled with cigarette smoke and other vapors. The windows are down and I stick my arm outside into the warm summer air. All we do is drive for hours on end. We talk, we laugh, and sometimes we sit there, just listening to the music, lost in our thoughts. We pull up to a motel lit only by a neon sign. The sky is now completely black, an