She finally turned to look at him. Her eyes were the same color as the fading sky.
Not the kind you pack memories into, but the kind that keeps the rain off your head when you’ve run out of places to go. Eli had been sitting behind the grocery store for three days, using that box as a makeshift roof. He wasn’t drunk, wasn’t loud, wasn’t anything but tired. The kind of tired that lives in your bones and whispers that maybe this is just how things are now. won't you be my neighbor? free
“Apples,” she confirmed. Then she smiled. “Also, I told Marcus you’d help him build that shelf, so congratulations, you have plans for Tuesday.” She finally turned to look at him