"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘺" 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥.
"𝘖𝘩, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺?" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥
"They were two souls searching and found a lost home in each other. When souls find comfort in one another separation is not possible"
Who was I doesn't matter. Who I am now that... That matters. I'm a loner... I don't have anyone that I can trust. I left them behind. I couldn't go back to living a normal life. Not after the things I've seen, been through and done. But I don't want the world to be like this... I may never change, but I hope this world does. If not for my sake then for the sake of those who suffered, died or bled in a world like this.