marshmalllow

Bus Stop The snow fell light and steady against the darkened pavement, casting the surrounding Chicago streets in a muted silence. Several inches of the white powder had built up on the flickering tops of the streetlights that lined the abandoned boulevards. Sparkling crystals reflecting the starry skies above. Rin shivered and pulled the loose knee-length coat hanging from his shoulders tightly around him. The solitary bus bench with peeling blue paint was collecting snow on either side of where he sat. The bus stop had been empty for the last half-hour, aside from its soul occupant shrouded in a black coat. Rin twisted his wrist out fro