>>6042676>>6042762>Run to the roof with Natalie, attempt to lick Heather's crying face like a bizarre tear-sucking vampire, with Nicolas Cage face etc.For centuries you have lived in secret, hiding in the shadows, alone in the world. Until now. Feeding upon cast away beach tissues, suckling upon those whose eyes water in bright sunshine with summer pollen allergies. This can surely be the only explanation? You have two choices. You can feed upon her and make her forget, or you can let her run away screaming "Vampire!"- let them chain you up and drive a stake through your heart, which will actually probably not do anything, but will be painful and mildly annoy you, or so you believe. Vampires often turn on those who trust them. But she has very juicy tear ducts, brimming with such succulent sorrow.
As you move in and brush away mascara-smeared strands of blue hair from her cheeks - her freckled skin tastes a little milky, whilst her tears sing with notes of incense and pomegranates - Heather mistakes your intentions:
-Ow! That is my eye! My mouth is down here! What-what are you doing? Is this your way of trying to comfort me? You... you disgust me...(Heather feebly and unconvincingly tries to push you away) Please... please just... hold me. I am so alone. All the men, they are always trying to take advantage of me. Especially when I am vulnerable. They are so hypocritical. It is so hard... (Heather shudders and sobs) I always end up alone, I am alone, always alone! I think it is why I hang out with Donnie sometimes. At least he always speaks what he feels, what everyone is really secretly thinking. Donnie doesn't hide anything. You... you wouldn't hide anything from me, would you...?
Natalie is extremely embarrassed and disturbed by this entire scene.
-So... I am going to... go home now...
Somehow, high above the Car Park on the Dead Mall roof, your phone rings. It is always so convenient when the mobile signal suddenly returns for narrative purposes
