Cheri Cheri Lady ^hot^ 〈SAFE〉

“You’re crying,” he stated, not a question.

She looked up. Her eyes were the color of rain-washed asphalt. “It’s a free country,” she said, though her tone suggested she’d been proven wrong on that point many times. cheri cheri lady

For three minutes and fifty-two seconds, the world outside—her divorce, his loneliness, the relentless tick of time—ceased to exist. There was only the synth, the plea, and the quiet revolution of two broken people fitting their jagged edges together. “You’re crying,” he stated, not a question