Fsdss826 I Couldnt Resist The Shady: Neighborho

I couldn't resist the shady neighborhood; something about its crooked lamp posts and whispering alleys felt alive, like a secret waiting to be confessed. On nights when the fog pressed close to the pavement, I would walk those streets as if following a memory I hadn't earned. The houses leaned in toward each other like conspirators, their windows dark except for the occasional shuttered eye.