drabble | vertigo

[feathershedding]

Title: vertigo
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She walks hand in hand with Michan; they’re both drunk, Michan less than her. A car zooms by on the street, tires roaring against blank tarmac, the screeching flash of headlights making her head spin. Above them, beats of bubble-gum pop queens resonate from half-open windows and she leans in close enough for her glittery lips to touch Michan’s ear: “I feel like dancing. Seriously!”

Michan laughs. Because your feet aren’t grounded yet, Ayako-chan. She pretty much makes zero sense, does Michan, but Tokyo is loud tonight and when she takes the first step, there’s no one around to judge.



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