Somewhere behind these two girls, a whole town is holding its breath. Look past them and you'll see it — crooked rooftops stacked like books nobody shelved properly, a clock that's given up on telling anyone anything, lamplight the color of old honey. It's the kind of place Halloween doesn't visit once a year; it just lives there, quietly, between Tuesdays. The taller one wears her witch hat like she was born under it, lollipop in her teeth, a pumpkin carved into a grin resting on her lap as if it were a particularly cooperative cat. Her friend holds a small skull with the calm of someone returning a borrowed book. Neither of them looks worried, and that's the trick of it, isn't it. The night is full of things with sharp edges and dripping candles, and these two have simply decided to be the most comfortable creatures in it. I think courage mostly looks like this. Not capes or shouting. Just two friends leaning against a warm curtain in a strange old town, unbothered, sharing the dark like it's a blanket. The pumpkin smiles because they told it to.
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