CRAVESFREEDOM.
she figures there’s no better place to wait for bullet than the overpass, if she was certain to show up anywhere, it was here. It took a few hours of waiting & patience ( which she doesn’t have much of, but the cheap pacman knock-off on her burner phone kept her entertained. ) when bullet enters her field of vision, she’s easy to spot, her short stature a dead giveaway. ❛ hey! ❜ she calls out, waiting until the girl notices her before approaching, ❛ i’m back. — & i think it’s actually for good this time. ❜ it’s not the first time she’s made such a claim only to be picked up and returned to her foster home ; she struggles to blend into the shadows of the city streets. ❛ — you HUNGRY? ❜ her hand dives into her jacket pocket to retrieve a small wad of cash, discretely flashing the bills her way before tucking the money back into the safety of her coat. ❛ my treat. ❜ ( @junkyardteen )
she hadn’t stopped moving since her feet touched ground this morning. hadn’t intended to. hadn’t wanted to until she reached the bridge, where she could look out over the water and imagine kallie somewhere close by. ( picture this. an impossible distance lies between you and your best friend, but there is comfort in knowing she counts the same stars, wherever she is, and that the water that flows in the rivers of seattle, smooth like glass on this bitter morning, will find her eventually. ) intercepted at the overpass only two blocks from her destination, she’s met with a familiar face. one she hasn’t seen in weeks, and that alone is enough to lift her spirits. ❛ yo, what the hell, o ! why didn’t you text me ? thought they’d locked your ass down or somethin’. had me all worried about’cha ‘n shit. ❜ glimpses the fold of cash, what looked like a hell of a lot more than pulling a date would get her. almost feels relieved. ❛ hell yeah, man. i’m starvin’. but you ain’t gotta pay for me, a’ight ? save it, ‘cause you’ll need it. trust me. you feelin’ breakfast, or lunch ? ❜