"For this to seem somewhat clear…we need to do this again." "Again?" "Again" He turns to them, "Unless we want to stay like this for eternity." Suzy and Barry look at each other, both very unsure of trying again. He stops and lounges in his seat while he thinks, until he gets up and looks out the back window, slightly opening the curtains for him to see through. They attempt to sit proper, but from the exhaustion reaching to them, they cannot gather the energy to do so. All 3 of them sat in a space, making a triangle across each of their spaces, being spread out. They sat in the front Parlor, the old Maroon coloured Curtains drawn to almost a close, letting little light shine through. The clouds always grew grey there, hanging over where the sun would rarely shine through and forever being shrouded in a damp grey until night fell, and the days started all over again.
The higher classes loved to shove their wealth into anyone's face who would be willing to listen, and turned away from the ones that needed them most. Either that, or important duties within the guys group were attended to. The middle class enjoyed walking round and chuckling with each other, enjoying a good drink and games night at the Tavern. Carriages and horses clopped along the cobbled pavement, avoiding the dirt and mudded ground surrounding it. And getting ignored or shoved or have water dunked on them.
The streets below their hill spread with misfortune: Poor children on the sides of the street, begging others for small pennies, if that. Slowly…their sense of time fogs their memory. Like their eyes were stapled shut, their ears cut off, their fingers and arms numb. They couldn't feel anything or their presence with each other. She was falling into an endless black, falling into nothing and everything.
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