Rest me against.

"What makes certain individuals tough?"
"Their tendencies of bluffing that the world around doesn't faze them, when it clearly does."
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Hwan Ezra Wadsworth was a man of few words. He strongly believed that in order to be somewhere, it was necessary to take chances and risks which sadly, in his extremely complicated case, involved the people he loved.

Growing up to be a person he never imagined himself to ever even want to be associated with, he grew tired of the restrained relations with people which he honestly knew, didn't matter to him in any form, unlike the people he had long gone, surrounded himself with.

Long-forgotten memories with a fresh breath of air while the people who sang their hearts out, bobbing to the tunes of his once favorite singer, was the only reassurance he imagined himself to fall in love with that fateful night.

That fateful night when his intoxicated mind allowed him to rest against his head against her shoulder to test a bold theory that would plague his mind followed by a few sleepless nights.
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Plague his heart until he'd recollect all of who he was when he loved the world around as colorfully and apologetically as she did.