―𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. Feel your heart as you shut your eyes, sleep tighter as he says goodnight. When the world makes you feel all alone, when the world dares to turn against y...
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IT WAS MOST PROBABLY ONE OF THE MOST PATHETIC MOMENTS IN HIS LIFE.
Who could've imagined a more cliché scene― a young high schooler, covered in nothing but fresh bruises and scars, with never-ending tears streaming down his cheeks, and a bothersome thought of wanting to die. And by day he covers it with a smile, even if he knows it's not enough to fool his teacher, he smiles through.
It was late in the afternoon, almost all of the students of the school should have gone home to their families or doing whatever they saw fit for the day. This young male sat alone on the cold floor in his empty classroom. His figure leaning lazily by the door, arms spread out in an unusual position, and legs stretched out. It was almost as if he was a marionette, looking broken and disregarded.
Sometimes he felt like one too.
Despite his sluggish posture, there was a reason why he was sticking near the entrance of his classroom. To ensure that he would immediately be alerted if there was any individual that came close.
Because he wanted to be alone. He didn't want anyone to see him in this state.
"... Are you crying?"
Yet alas, a voice came intruding, startling and snapping him off from his deep thoughts. Amane whipped his head towards the door he was leaning on, for from the other side of it, was the owner of that muffled yet mellow voice.
Quickly, he wiped off his tears, what spat out next completely denied what he truly was doing. "I'm not."
"Suit yourself, kid," was all the stranger said. Amane found it peculiar how he had never heard them approach the classroom or even walk past it, his ears were instinctively sharp at picking up even the littlest of noise in the middle of silence. Now, the person behind the door stayed quiet, or perhaps they left and thought it was none of their business.
Even so, he couldn't stop the lump on his throat as he reluctantly asked, "A-are you still there?"
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Suddenly feeling weight leaning against the opposite side of the door, his head perked up, notified of their presence.
