She walked through the empty streets. A stray cat watched her from a car roof. A bar still played music behind thick shutters — something deep, bass-heavy, nothing like her own drifting soundtrack. She almost went in. One last drink with strangers. But the ferry was waiting. At 4 a.m., a man appeared on the quay. Old fisherman, yellow raincoat even though the sky was clear. He didn't ask why she was there. Just sat down ten feet away, lit a cigarette, and stared at the horizon.
The song looped again in her head: On s'en ira. On s'en ira. Goulam ft Dj Pakx - On S- en Ira -chill mix 202...
The fisherman finished his cigarette, stood, nodded at her, and walked away. She wondered if he was a ghost. Or a warning. Or just a man who couldn't sleep, same as her. At 5:48, the ferry horn groaned — low, warm, almost kind. She walked through the empty streets
Inspired by "Goulam ft Dj Pakx – On S'en Ira (chill mix)" She almost went in