mans not even out yet and yall be asking pain for a man who hasn't even gotten a chance to introduce himself. yall expect me to
write angst about a man i know almost nothing about. ಠಗಠ ill do it anyway.
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how do you know that when you're crying, someone else is crying with you? it was like a thing kazuha believed in, whenever he cried, he had a feeling someone was also crying. just like how he believed that whenever it rained, it meant someone else was crying. even now, he looks out the window and watch the raindrops slowly drizzle down the dark window pane. he knows.. someone was crying tonight.
it was such a heavy rain..
he doesn't like being alone in the dark room, so he moves. he is finally able to bring himself out of that horrible house, his coat covering him up and shielding him from the rain. he can't see much from the rain, but he just keeps walking. there's nothing out here; nothing for miles. the city was a desolate place.
things are weird, and people are getting more and more ignorant. shove and push; the streets were ruthless. they didnt care about a boy crossing the streets, they'd shove and pull. as long as they got where they needed to go. everyone cared about themselves, and there were only a few left who had some humanity left in.
but who was crying so much tonight? why was the rain so heavy?
he manages through the crowd, and there she stood. there a young girl; there a young girl drenched in the rain, crying her eyes out as people passed her by. the cold shivers crept onto his skin, and the drunk feeling of tiredness fell into his mind just as he approached her. again, he can't see her face.
