She slammed the door behind her, leaving Leo w/ no agreement that she would be returning. Only the dubious clue of tears that never broke & lips she refused to fully open.
*
Since she left, the static in the room settled & dusk had made its way in through the blinds. Twilight isn’t something he’d thought of since he was a teen, before moving into the city. Always being in the city is similar to remaining in the grey area of the self. Now the separation between light & dark takes the form of a transparent fog of pollution & nature struggling to keep its head on. Living in the self-absorbed, cunningly inventive decoration of convenience, which humanity has built around itself; makes it easy for us to get lost on way to what we originally sought. & what is being sought at the core of this tangle, which has so swiftly made the apartment feel like the quiet ruins of a pandemonium in which he is trapped w/out her presence?
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Two snips from my working story titled: A One Night Stand.
favorite opening shots of the movie:
Leon, The Professional.
My character, Leo, is partly based on
Leon. I did this sketch during his
character development to help move
things along. For inspiration or what
have you___
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