SEMICOLON;

ooc;; I love this blog a lot but it's gotten cluttered, so I revamped and remade it.

"So it's that time of year again..." He stares wistfully at the teenagers filing out of the school bus while pressing against the new bruises on his hands. "Must be nice..."

"Friends. As cold-hearted as it may sound, I've lost a bit of...love for them. I don't miss them nearly as much as I did when I first took off and I'd probably save one of my friends over them.""Doesn't mean I don't love them to bits, though."

"Is this a trick question?" His heart aches. "Yeah."

"The world—except not really?" It was one of those hypothetical questions he had pondered a lot. And the drastic change in how he would answer even shocked him. "See, if you asked me maybe...a year ago, I would have said anything. I would have done ridiculous things to live normally. I hated being like this. I still do.""But, I'm selfish. I could never give up some of the friendships I've made because of this cursed ability." The prospect of never meeting some of his closest friends outweighs his hatred for even himself.

Hesitance."--Define love?" He's dodging the question because some part of him would love to say of course--because everyone's supposed to love themselves, to a certain extent. Right? And then there's the overwhelming sensation that fills his being, that makes it difficult to look at himself in the mirror or even uncover his arms during the summer."...I'd say enough to want to live." More for the sake of others.

"Yeah." Without hesitation