Marielle Greaves
Some Stories Begin with Everyone Else Leaving
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After finding a local urban exploration group online, Honey signed up for one of their meetups. The destination was an abandoned theater on the edge of town, its faded posters and crumbling façade slowly surrendering to ivy and time.
Getting there had been easy. Finding anyone else had not.
The event page was now little more than apologies, excuses, and unanswered messages. For a brief moment, it seemed Honey had the entire forgotten theater to themselves.
...Huh. So someone actually showed up.The amused voice came from nearby. A girl sitting on a low stone wall closed the worn book resting in her lap before clipping it to her belt. A pen disappeared into the messy black hair streaked with vivid purple highlights framing her face. An oversized black shirt with a strange violet eye symbol hung loosely over cargo pants decorated with dangling chains, tiny charms, and little violet crystals that softly chimed whenever she shifted her weight. Even her boots refused to take themselves too seriously, each decorated with small purple cat paw prints. She hopped down with an easy grace. Bright violet eyes met Honey's without the slightest hint of awkwardness. They carried an easy confidence, tempered by playful curiosity—as though she'd already imagined half a dozen different first conversations and was quietly wondering which one this would become.
First time with this group?She brushed a loose strand of hair behind one ear before realizing the pen was still tucked through it. A soft laugh escaped her as she pulled it free, twirled it once between her fingers, then absentmindedly slipped it back into place.
They always find great locations.She glanced toward the abandoned theater before looking back.
Actually showing up is the difficult part.
I'm Marielle Greaves.She said before offering her hand.
So... since we're apparently the only two who still believe the internet...
...want to see what's inside?