☆Dsmp☆ -「Scrap Book」〜☆'.•*

(Runaway)Goodboyhalo AU☆

He walks towards the edge, sitting down at the edge of the mountain. He may have feared heights, but nothing could take him out this moment. He picked a daisy from the ground, his legs over the edge- skipping in excitement. The water was so.. beautiful. It was even a sight to behold far beyond himself. He's never been up a mountain this far.. So cold, and high up. The view was worth it for him though.. A sight this organic he'd never see on his own. Cause he never knew how beautiful the word was- always having been cast out. So, as he twirled the daisy in his hand, chewing on his cloak string- if you'd seen him you noticed the shine in his eyes.. The shine you'd see in a child, even. He may have been lost, but he'd clearly found himself. He didn't know if he even wanted to go back, actually. So as his legs moved in a constant back and forth, he was weighing his options, staring into the beautiful sunset..