somewhere out there [open]

[lilybby]

You're falling back to me
The star that I can see
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there

The pitter-patter of rain tapped out a steady rhythm against the glass cage atop the famous Seattle Space Needle. Despite this, nighttime tourists still clamored about, determined to admire the view and snapped away with their cameras. Hunter sat in the middle of this, leaning against the iron rails that kept the visitors safely fenced in from any danger. He was used to the crowds. New York was full of them. He was used to the height too. He'd been to the Empire State Building what seemed like a thousand times, after all. Nonetheless, it didn't take away from breathtaking splendor of the Rainy City. Something about the far-off city lights obscured by the pouring rain had an artistry that the boy could really appreciate.

He wasn't sketching. Or writing. Or pondering some deep, philosophical meaning-of-life-esque idea. He was just sitting about, trying his best not to be in the way. Hunter liked doing this sort of thing. Sitting in a public place and just watch the world pass by. It was a hobby of sorts. Usually, however, Hunter would pick a library or a public square or any general area where he could waste away his day without getting much trouble. He'd hardly ever paid to loiter, before.

The Space Needle, on the other hand, had been a purely romantic fancy that had struck him as he'd been walking about town. Hunter wasn't exactly the type to act upon arbitrary impulses, but this idea simply wouldn't go away until he'd done something about it. After all, he'd been in Seattle for over a year now, and he'd not once been on its most famous landmark. That certainly didn't seem right. So, the boy shelled out a pretty penny for a ticket and took the elevator to the famed observation deck. Ironically, he found the view to be markedly less interesting than the people. So, the boy set himself down as out of way as he could manage and contented himself with watching the hustle and bustle against the blurry backdrop of the city.

It was mostly tourists, of course, all frustratedly trying to get a good photograph of the city. Of course, the rain made this difficult, though it didn't stop anyone from pushing and shoving their way into the few clear areas. Some posed for "candid" photos, staring blankly out into something off the screen while others smiled brightly into the frames of complete strangers. The few locals all appeared to be couples, each clearly contained in their own little worlds. It made sense; this was, after all, one of the most romantic spots in the city.

Hunter leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. The drumming of the rain was soothing, and he could've very well have drifted off to sleep to it. In fact, that seemed like a good idea. A nap in the sky. It seemed like the whimsical sort of thing that he didn't necessarily enjoy doing but enjoyed observing. Nonetheless, it seemed like the perfect idea at the moment. So, the boy let the rain's steady tempo slowly lull him into that state of semi-consciousness.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to cross the threshold into sleep, his hand was crushed beneath someone's foot. The pain immediately snapped him from his coziness. His eyes shot open and he cursed, a bit loudly than he would've wanted. He immediately turned up his head for a look at the perpetrator.

[bellz]

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There wasn’t much to do on a lazy afternoon than just walking around the city, trying to find something to write about. Mac had her hands shoved deeply into her pockets and her head ducked into the collar of her jacket. It wasn’t that cold yet but Mac always loved it when it was really cold. For some reason the cold air rushing over her skin made her feel more alive, making her shiver and creating goose bumps all over her pale skin. The cold also numbed her fingers, her nose, her toes and sometimes she thought that maybe it would numb her completely.

Though, the urge for being completely numb had gotten a lot less since she had moved to Washington. There weren’t as many memories there as there were in New York City and she felt more at place. Like she was able to just start over and be herself again. No one there knew about her brother or about her cutting herself and she didn’t want anyone to find out. She didn’t want their sympathy and she didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for her because she knew that she was just overreacting. People lost their loved ones all the time and they were getting back on their feet, so Mac should be able to do the same. It just, it just seemed so difficult. It was like the world was just moving forward, where all she wanted to do was look back and hold on to the little things and memories that she still had left. She felt like she kept reaching back, trying to grasp onto time itself and pull it back.

If it wasn’t for the rain Mac would have been walking outside for the rest of the evening as well. However, the rain forced her to go inside somewhere. She tilted her head as she looked up at the Space Needle. It was dry in there and she had always loved the view. There were also always a lot of people there, and Mac loved to people watch. It was fascinating to watch all those different people interacting with each other and living all different lives.

It didn’t take her long to get to the top and she quickly made her way to the railing and started staring into the distance. This could go on for hours at a time. Once Mac was staring at something she was able to just keep staring without ever doing anything else. It also took a lot more than someone calling out her name to get her attention once she was caught up something. The same happened when she was reading or writing. Became completely involved in her own world and nothing could drag her from it. But it wasn’t like that this time. She grew bored rather quickly and pushed herself away from the railing. Shoving her hands back into her pockets and started to walk around the place. Her head tilted to the side as she kept watch on the people around her.

She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t even notice stepping on someone’s hand. It didn’t reach her until she heard someone swearing. She turned on her heels and looked around for something that could have caused him to start swearing out of nothing. When she didn’t see anyone she suddenly realised that she had caused him to swear. She didn’t say anything she just stared at the person, chewing her lip and keeping her hands shoved into her pockets. She didn’t really know what to say, she could apologize and she stopped chewing her lip when she thought that she should probably do that. She ran her hands through her think, brown hair and mumbled, hardly audible “I’m sorry”

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