читать дальшеSomething was flying.
Flying?
...What was?
I didn't realize what was flying at first.
Heiwajima Shizuo turned around sharply and started flying at an astonishing speed.
Upwards? Forwards?
No, downwards, actually.
Everything looked like it was in slow motion.
What the heck. Now that I actually looked, Heiwajima Shizuo wasn't the only thing flying.
The building he just came out of, the concrete pavement, even the air around me -
And I realized.
Almost immediately, though I didn't want to admit it.
I was the one thing that was flying.кааааааааааак мне нравится это описание. вот чисто стилистически.
читать дальшеNot that she was ignoring Shizuo; she simply let his confessions sink into her own shadows. - опять в любви со стилистикой.
читать дальшеThe sky was drenched in red and almost unnecessarily beautiful. - +