❝trying to grab the light, a fist full of shadows.❞
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she took a sip of her bitter drink and looked outside through clean glass of the café. closing her eyes, sighing deeply. purpose. that's what everybody have. purpose to live.
opening her eyes she saw people running, rushing, barely smiling. too busy to notice anything. slowly her eyes landed on a hooded figure. the person walked slowly against the river of people, feet dragging unwillingly - eyes staring at the ground.
she studied him. shoulders drooping, slow movements, wearing hoodie in the season of heat and humid, face and head covered with the hood, thin and fragile figure. Help.
the body screamed for help. she knew it will give up soon but she kept on watching. "pitiful". the word appeared in her head. how common yet the outcast of the society. maybe it wasn't fate, maybe it was meant to be.
she looked at her watch. picking up her cup, she went back behind the counter and began to work again.
we never needed eyes to see anyway.
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my eyes | kth
Fanfictiona blink of an eye and a heavy breath that's what it all took to make him lose it all. ────────────────── ❝ in the very depth of hell, do demons not love one another?❞ ─manx
