“You really suck at this, don’t you?” / atheleap :)c
he’s hunched over, chest heaving as he grips the side of metallic bleachers to support himself. his head spins and he can hear the noises ( OH, how he can hear them ! ). the sounds of people talking and laughing as they run circles around the track, but his brain doesn't process what they're actually saying. rather than join in on the running, he feels like he's drowning, suffocating. ( oh, and where's the demon that promised to GUIDE YOU now? ) the girl's voice, sharp & pointed from somewhere behind him, has him blinking his eyes wildly in an attempt to pull himself back to the surface. he huffs something under his breath but it's distant, gone, too mumbled to be audible. he's still breathing a bit unsteadily when he turns to face her to repeat himself, his tone pointed and frustrated, defensive as he speaks fast, words mostly disconnected. ' yeah... why - why do give a shit anyway? suddenly you have - what, a heart of gold? '
