amor fati // washed out

(Bold what applies.)

ｂａｓｉｃｓ:

WHO OF YOU IS:

Older? muse/mun Taller? muse/mun Richer? muse/mun Neater? muse/mun Nicer? muse/mun Smarter? muse/mun Funnier? muse/mun

ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ:

WHO OF YOU IS:

I’ve  c h a n g e d ;

                                      I love you.

Now honestly, he hadn't planned on stopping or doing much of anything for someone he didn't know. The day was busy, he had things to do, places to be and even more so, he didn't much like being out during sunlight. It wasn't because of the whole being dead thing or the whole scheme of why people might believe a soul to dislike day, but was simply because it was too bright. Too loud. Too noisy and obnoxious. Too everything, and people were so, so demanding.

Like this kid, or man, or whatever. Hell if he knew what he was. All he was aware of was that the guy was hunched over and cradling his head as if it were some explosive ready to go off at any moment, any second. And he, himself was there, standing in front of him with his head slightly tilted and fingers idly tapping against the top of a thigh. Might as well help since he was in the way, right? Yeah. Sure.