you look like a dying sun to me. a supernova of sorts. stupidly bright. cranium tilt、almost matching his. beautiful、in a way meteorite crashes and destroys a planet. does that suffice、human torch?
he doesn’t have to really、all she did was lift him up before he stumbled. but she nods. alright. can you steady yourself? i can hold onto your shoulder if you need support.
sorry about that. words drip in the form of airy breaths, hands pressed flat against brick wall supporting spine. how about coffee ? my treat, there's a café at the end of the block.
but that is all left unsaid.) her eyes gaze at him. you may not be a mind reader、but.͟.͟ you have the same heaviness on your shoulders. is it from your supposed responsibility to this city?
perhaps. i don’t also desire to know everyone’s waking and existential thoughts. but it is my burden to carry. i’ve done so much with it. (mostly to hurt people. there was a time it was to connect with my sister.
his gaze follows hers、settling on the hands she suddenly seems so intent on studying. maybe it's better that i can't. people deserve to choose when they're ready to tell someone what's going on. his hands disappear into the pockets of