#bhaha

courtesy of me, myself, and I....

oh and naveena @thecomfywriter

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What bright! What wit!

A man of mind and heart, neither of which I can say is bigger

I look at the stars and compare you, knowing you’ll outshine them every time but I still look to make you happy

To see that smile, though it fades today...

They're sorry

They are so....very sorry

I know it to be you, but the heart I cannot see

Pushed around, trampled, lied to

All for others selfish gains

You saw a chance to take your own

It was your time, your life, your chance

I plead you not to take that chance now, but it's too late

I mourn your past self, I cry the tears your mother never wept

Standing on your grave is you and I, although....you don't recognize it as your own

It can never be entirely your fault, but still I blame you 'cause it's easier

It's easier to pretend you had a choice

I'll still kiss you goodnight

Until your last

Love, Smihi

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Baron was already late meeting Nao at the lower level restaurant in their business’ headquarters and perhaps it was that realization that made Baron more . . . hasty than usual. More reckless. He had walked down these steps many a times, both before and after losing his vision. He had calculated the distance in each step, meticulously setting his foot in the proper angle so that he would not miss it. Once he had needed to grip the handle so strongly, but now . . . he had memorized every inch. But apparently that was not good enough. The miscellaneous toolbox that someone  had left was unexpected. And by the time Baron felt it, it was too late. The tip of his foot hit it and in addition to the box and all its contents falling down the stairs, so did Baron. 

Reflexes set in enough that he broke the fall at the bottom with his hands, but there was a minor sacrifice that went along with it. In that the impact was his hands and the tools, feeling the way the sharp parts scraped his skin while the other hard ones slammed against his palms. Baron froze, not having heard anyone nearby and was relieved that it was late and thus, no one was around apart from security. But the fact that no one rushed to him, assured him that he was truly alone. 

Taking a few deep breaths, Baron rose to his feet, trying to shrug off what happened. It was humiliating, and foolish to have not been so careful. But, it could have been a lot worse he supposed. He reached around for his glasses, quickly putting them back on and straightening his jacket, brushing himself off, and setting towards the restaurant. Once he reached there, he opened the door. “Naoya,” he greeted, closing it behind him and glad that he wasn’t walking with any sort of limp in his gait. The last thing he needed was for Nao to find out his clumsy actions.