they walked side by side, her arm slipped awkwardly through his, the quiet transporting them to separate worlds.
overhead streetlights pulsed quickly--continuously, illuminating each of the thousand unanswered questions.
and it was there, amidst the questions and the silence and the faint glow of uncertainty, that she first wondered whether to silently un-slip her arm--to stop moving--to stand still and watch as the slow world's current quietly carried him away.
but she continued on. in an effort to match the unnatural cadence--to find a silence they could share.
{ps: regularly scheduled programing begins again. tomorrow.}