And now we're walking back, she's so far ahead of me, not wanting to miss another bus.
I'm lagging behind, not wanting to run through the snow in my canvas shoes.
She's skipping now, long coat flowing. In the darkness, I can barely see her.
Someone left their Christmas lights on, shining madly for no reason at all, any more.
The light of a blue LED car alarm blinks, guarding silently.
The sky above glows purple with the final fading motes of twilight. Fucking unnatural hues.
She's disappeared into her house now, and I can see her silhouette behind the door. I wait.
And that's okay because even if she won the race up, I will have a head-start on the one down again.
She's outside again. I shout, asking her if she brought it, receiving nothing but a giggle in answer.
A mild white light shines on the snow in the alley, with no discernible source. It morphs and disappears.
She's beside me again, grabbing my hand and pulling out her phone.
Her Mandarin sounds so damn angry, even though I know she's just saying she's on Macleod Trail and had forgotten her ID.
Hangs up.
She's skipping again, this time next to me. We walk back down to the road, making odd jokes and laughing too-loudly for the comfort of everyone around us.
It's okay if we miss another bus.
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