⠀
⠀he grabbed it and held onto it dearly , his body sunk to the ground as he curls up in a ball .
the sorrow took over the poor man , in need of his children .
( END . )
⠀
⠀he's here , doesn't know how much time he has got on his hands .
but he hated living like this , knowing his friend he sworn he trusted now ruined his friendship in a million of pieces ─ he hated him .
his suit all into ruins as he fiddled with it over and over again
⠀
⠀in the night , it was almost noon .
he stops to look at a portrait of the family , his eyes started to tear up as he drops his cigarette to the ground only to reach upon his happiness of the photo that was offered .
honey . . .
( he tears up whilst
grasping onto one of the
blankets that were placed
agaisnt the red couch . )
i- it hurts . .
it . . hurts seeing you bruised
u - up . .
oh, my hero.
( she’s flattered,
really. he always
flattered her— )
my strong hero.
it’s alright, honey.
if he knows what’s
good for him, he
won’t come back.