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— face of #moon
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@Iucldnightmares Hugo stood on the balcony, smoking a cigarette. He watched as the sun began to rise and the world began to wake up. Another sleepless night— it wasn’t uncommon.
He felt conflicted about Luci. On one hand, wanted to be left alone. But on the other.. he felt >
@Iucldnightmares “If I wanted to talk to someone I would have gone to a fucking therapist.” He snapped, getting up from the chair.
“I’m going for a smoke.” He said, grabbing a pack of cigarettes off the table before he headed to his balcony.
He didn’t appreciate the fact that she >
@Iucldnightmares “What do you mean, it’s hard not to? What do I feel like— hm?” He asked, getting defensive.
“I’m not a pity case. I’m /fine/.” He scoffed. He hated it when people felt sorry for him. It made his blood boil. He didn’t want to be seen as weak.
@Iucldnightmares “Alright.” He said, staring at his hands for a moment.
He let silence fill the air for a few seconds. Something wasn’t sitting with him right, and he felt like he needed to address it.
“If you feel any pity towards me— don’t. I don’t need it and I don’t want it.”
@Iucldnightmares Even though he didn’t realise it, he had been isolating himself and it only worsened things. He could use someone to spend his time and energy on, and with.
After a moment he joined her in the kitchen, slowly sitting down at the table.
“Should I bring you to >
@Iucldnightmares “Sure.” He said after a moment, a sigh escaping him. He folded the uniform and put it back in the box. He carried the box back to the spare room to put it away. He couldn’t let go of it.
He then moved the last box out of the room and into the corridor.