Projection

4 • alone

He was so quiet. His dark curls fell haphazardly into his face, and his too-long legs were extended out before him. His shoulders seemed to be hunched over in defeat.

All she wanted to do was console the poor thing.

She wanted to hold him. She wanted to take away whatever evils were so obviously plaguing his mind. However, she could also tell that he just needed to be alone.