Tumblr friend

On Tumblr, Among the fandoms I found a blog

Your blog,a window to my soul,We shared songs,passions and goals

Notes and reblogs became our conversations songs

Soon we became friends,we talked to each other for long hours

We shared laughs ,joys and blues

In Tumblr's universe you are my dearest friends

I found comfort in your virtual hand

Riding the train to a university in Dublin every morning with iced coffee and a book, for a girl who romantisizes every aspect of her life, is very lovely but for me what makes it utterly fascinating, is the fact that I can see people's wings. Everyone has them. I look at the Asian girl next sitting next to me. Her wings are angelic and startlingly golden. Her eyes are almond shaped and kind, the colour of warm, rich chocolate brown. Her hair the colour of ebony cascades down her shoulders in a lustrous, shiny mane. Tiny rainbows are being cast on the wall by a slender, fair girl's wings clear as glass. Her eyes are a piercing sky blue. A boy with tousled, purple hair walks past me. His wings are a lovely shade of orange like Autumn leaves. The door at the end of the compartment slides open and a petite girl walks in. Her hair is messy, cut really short and dyed bright blue. She has sharp, light grey eyes and a lot of freckles. And her wings... They startle me. Two charred stubs protrude from her back like she's been to hell and back. She's Freya, I realize. Her sister, Ashley was brutally murdered a few weeks ago. Why haven't I noticed her wings before? Have they always looked like this? Wouldn't have I noticed? She slides on an isle seat and I notice I'm still staring at her. Quickly, I avert my gaze. I lean back in my seat listening to the loud roar of the train. Everything outside the window blurs together as the train speeds up. My thoughts blur together as well. I shut my eyes involuntarily. Chestnut coloured hair falls on her shoulders in soft curls. Sunlight lits up the coppery and turquoise highlights in them. There are clusters of dark brown freckles on her bare arms and face. She leans to look out of the window. the wind embracing her. The boy next to her runs his fingers through his shaggy, coppery hair. He looks at the girl with hungry, dark grey eyes. Just when the girl glances at him, the look is gone. "If you don't mind me asking," he says politely in an even voice. "What's your name?"

"If we're to have a lovely romance on the train, we musn't know anything about each other. Not even our names." This is what the girl likes to do. She is fickle. Not getting to know people means she won't get attached. It is different with friends. By now she hasn't had romantic feelings for them. The boy brushes his fingers against the girl's cheek gently. "Well, then, let's make it a good one." He leans in to kiss her softly, then slowly, lazily, staying close, he murmurs in her ear, "You have a very short memory, Ashley." In a shock, Ashley's eyes widen. Her lips part as the boy pulls back gripping her hands hard. Ashley struggles but the boy is surprisingly strong. Just as he shoves her out of the window, the girl sputters only one word. "Lucas." I throw my eyes open with my heart pounding in my chest. The train has stopped and the compartment is completely empty. With my head spinning I shove my book and the half drunk coffee container in my bag. I leap to my feet. Before my eyes I see Ashley's widened blue eyes. My own eyes brim with tears as a knot forms in my stomach. With a few strides I'm out of the compartment and the train. The world outside is foggy and a surreal feeling fills me. I feel like I'm in a dream. I stroll through the station glancing up at the grey sky above me. Every small voice around me makes me flinch and glance around me in alarm. I cut across a cemetary and for the first time I wish the route to school wasn't shorter that way. Fog gathers all around me and shivers climb up my spine. I'm like the main character in a horror movie, I realize. Main characters never get killed, right? I swallow the bitter bile rising in my mouth. I take a deep breathe and clutch my bag against my body. Grace. A slender, transluscent girl with chestnut coloured hair hovers in between two graves. "Ashley." A whisper escapes my lips.

A part of a chapter I wrote at some point✨ OC introductions coming at some point✨