Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
"I see. Yes, I understand that." Sam smiled in a way he hoped seemed friendly, thinking back to his own empty bed and rooms, the way his steps sounded somehow louder when he was alone, how the sound had become mocking. In some ways he actually felt better to know he was not the only one in the Ground with that problem, that there were other nighttime wanderers trying to deal with the quiet of their own homes.
When Oliver offered that they walked together he was taken aback, unsure how to respond for a moment. Usually at night people wanted to be with their thoughts...but he supposed if they were both lonely, perhaps some company would be a good idea; he could always turn invisible and run if Oliver turned out to be somehow malicious. "...Alright. I was walking through the market. I like to walk through here at night, when it's not noisy or crowded...it becomes almost eerie." An odd kind of beautiful.
Holding out his hand before he stepped forward, he said: "Samuel Wordsworth. Yourself..?"
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
