Train heartbeats4

Every darkfall, Ryn shadowed Naomi by rooftop. She coasted on the metro and listened to the auburn-haired girl’s heart through aluminum. She lay supine on Naomi’s pebbled shingles, hearing the tosses and gasps brought on by nightmares. When the brassy sun rose, Ryn trailed on the street, learning to obscure herself in the city’s flow of human bodies.


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