This is the girl in the borrowed trench-coat, moving across the bridge with the river Seine underneath. She pulls something from the jacket's pocket and hits the button, not answering when the man without his coat catches up with her at that moment, calling her name.
Pull back fifty metres, and here is the burning apartment, debris floating softly through the air that is filled with screams.
Here is the man again, gripping the shoulders of the girl with his coat and yelling into her ears, 'What have you done?'
And here is that playful smile that creeps upon her lips as she disappears, the air rushing to fill the space where she had just been.

Auteur: Israel Elysium

This is the girl in the borrowed trench-coat, moving across the bridge with the river Seine underneath. She pulls something from the jacket's pocket and hits the button, not answering when the man without his coat catches up with her at that moment, calling her name.<br />Pull back fifty metres, and here is the burning apartment, debris floating softly through the air that is filled with screams. <br />Here is the man again, gripping the shoulders of the girl with his coat and yelling into her ears, 'What have you done?'<br />And here is that playful smile that creeps upon her lips as she disappears, the air rushing to fill the space where she had just been. - Israel Elysium


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