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𝔲ᴉɐᴚ ƃ𝔲ᴉ𝔩𝔩ɐℲ

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     He began walking through the city, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed. His heart rate quickened; eyes got blurry until all he could see was the eyes of people burning through him. Lightheaded, he raced through the city weaving through people trying to reach him. But he was always too far ahead. He wasn't fast enough I will never be fast enough. Slowly he stopped running and began walking before stopping entirely. There was no point anymore. The moment he realized he wouldn't be able to reach him, he gave up. Why should he keep running trying to catch up to him if he will never make it?

     His eyes glazed over until tears spilled out. How weird he must have looked to people around him. He was crying but just stood there with a blank expression on his face. His eyes went dull, and no one could tell what he was feeling. Standing there he looked down as tears fell to the ground. People pushed passed him while he just stood there completely numb to the world around him. After a while he began to move again, slowly he made his way through the city back to where he came from. But the entire time he walked he thought about him and how no matter what he was always out of reach. No matter how far or how fast he ran he could never make it.

     As he walked, he ran into an acquaintance, someone who knows everything about him and knew him for a long time. They walked together him still crying though his face was devoid of emotion. His acquaintance didn't do anything just followed him around wherever he went. She was only there to get the thrill of seeing someone feel what she felt for years now. Him crying filled her with excitement. She wasn't standing right next to him instead was behind him slightly. His vision was blurring up as tears came pouring out of his eyes. Even though he was crying he had a neutral expression with dull eyes that had no emotion in them.

     They probably never had any emotion in them. Every emotion he felt wasn't real to him it all felt fake, so it was fake. To him at least it was. Walking there now one of the first real emotions he had felt in a while slipped through, the feeling of sadness. He had never really felt anything, but he was able to make him feel something. Some part of him longed to be with him to feel something. That's why he ran through the city, to feel the sadness of being out of reach. It was one of the only things he ever felt so he cherished it. People told him that it wasn't good for him to long for sadness, but if it was one of the only things, he ever knew could it really be that bad? Or at least that's what he told himself, he thought that if he said it enough it would become reality.

     He made his way home and went into his bathroom. Staring at himself in the mirror the image staring back at him was repulsing. A dull man with dull eyes crying, seemingly for no reason. His hair was a mess, his clothes looked awkward, and his stance had begun to look like something unhealthy. His posture was terrible with a noticeable slouch. His eyes were pink which didn't contrast well with the golden glow of his eye color. Porcelain was the best thing to describe his skin, which just made his eyes look even brighter and the bags under them even more noticeable. A mess, he thought, that's the best thing to describe me. Tears still poured out his eyes as he looked at himself in the mirror.

     Why? Why am I like this? Why can't I just be normal? He leaned forward over the sink, and cried, for hours. There was no reason, he wasn't sad, yet he cried for hours. Most people would feel horrible after crying for hours, but he was relieved in a way. This was one of the only emotions he ever felt, and he was feeling it in his own house on his own terms. That was the first time he ever inflicted an emotion on himself, and it felt great. After years of feeling nothing, he was sad, it was relieving and exhilarating. But then he heard leaves rustling outside and he stopped crying, snapping out of his trance. He walked away as if nothing had happened.

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