Grey

His Disturbance

'Love..

What is it about this word
And why do I want it to be heard
Towards me,
Just not every other guy or girl

What is it about this word
The only thing needing of this world
That holds more value,
Than any diamond, gems, or pearls.

Love is everything
And for its presence we're all lusting
Can turn a nobody into something
Though when abused leave them with nothing

So I ask,
What is it about this word
And why do I need it so much
I can't hold or grasp the hem of its garment
Yet still yearns for its touch-'

Rapidly moving fingers are blatantly interrupted by the curiosity of unwanted company. The dance between philanges and digital keyboard coming to a halt, ironically due to the intervention of a foreign appendage belonging to a ditsy cute creature.

"..?" He remains silent, even after having slowly tilted his head back to get a look at the individual.
"Hello darling, wat'cha writing?" She asks, retracting her finger as she glimpses down at his phone then back at him.

Light brown eyes softly staring above the square lens of purple glasses that lightly rest on her round bottom tipped nose. Which meant little of nothing, though when added with the dirty-blonde kinky curls, glossy pink lips, and crisp olive brown skin, it was enough to set aside any normal idle lonely boy's irritation. Only problem within this entire instance being, Ash is a far cry from normal.

"..I was writing , but now I've forgotten exactly where I was going with it. Thanks, darling." He responds nonchalantly, as usual leaving whomever he's talking to puzzled as to whether its sassy sarcasm or a neutral comment. Taking a moment to loosen up the kinks in his back and neck before laying onto the hard yet comfortable surface of a concrete bench which he's made his temporary bed on several occasions. "Goodnight however, I'm tired." He continues, completely cold shoulder the girl he met only a few days prior. Cutting any wandering ropes and setting ablaze any piece of wood before they could form bridges.

"..Oh, okay. Catch'a later darling." She replies, her mood not tilted in the least. Instead remaining as she always does, happily aloof to any attempt to put a dent in her eternal smile.

"Mm."And despite waving her off so easily, he opens an eye to watch her leave before closing it afterwards. Letting out a sigh before settling into the usual position, tuning into the soft rustling of leaves above his head as he drifts off to sleep.

While it may be unexpecting, Ash wasn't always the asshole he is today. Not to say he wasn't always an asshole, just not as much when tied in with the comedic dark humor loving sociable intellectual persona that he's publicly known for to his friends. And despite their titles for eachother, they weren't lovers, friends, let alone associates. Which wouldn't mean anything if this was one, maybe two heartbreaks ago. Unfortunately for her, she's met him at a time when he's near to seeing out his declaration. That is to finally give up on the idea and existence of love, thus plunging himself in the abyss of loneliness headfirst.

Now to clarify, Ash's an emotionally wrecked asshole, not an emo in the least despite identifying with their attributes in quite a few ways. So all of the internal conflict occurring within him. The split of personalities which continuously argue amongst one another spawned by the chaos of sporadic emotions, combined with the sudden urges of adolescent hormones is all a seemingly pointless war waged between mind, heart, and penis. The complete mess within him is never seen by anyone but him. A huge sack of dirt piled underneath a bland tall toned dark skin rug with coarse jet black hair.

Yet surprisingly, such a sight only grasps attention of passing strangers rather than leave them appalled. An unsettling mystery that only brings Ash even more irritation and misery. But perhaps, not this time as he awakens from his sleep to be greeted by the same person he thought he wouldn't see.

Her.