Tired eyes scan around the room
in search of nothing in particular.
they fall on a young man, eyes bright and a content smile plastered on his face
as the kind eyes meet his he closes them
only for the man to be gone as he opens them again
his stomach turns, the awfully familiar feeling of hopelessness, loss clouding his senses, overtaking
his legs go heavy and numb, the butterflies once in his stomach are now withered up rose petals, his heart hurts
he curses at himself, cant understand how he let himself be tricked by his own mind at such
but he misses him, and he always will,
he will never come back.
(in the very case anybody got confused its like,, simons "point of view", i tried showing it by saying young man as david is far younger than him yeet, this is kinda crap whatever)
