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“ you look so sad, so much sad ━does the sea make you sad too? ” looking at mopey faces made ghost boy as stricken with his own brand of melancholy, figure featherlight for he had nothing for others to touch and a body melted away by the hunger of the ocean and those of it dwelling down below ; he’d observe, like a mirage would, he’d hope for his lips and his voice to reach for someone when he knew it was so hard, almost impossible. who would ever notice him, when the sea was so loud all the time and covered away his sheer little voice? who would ever look at him, when to his back there was a vastness so might that would catch any eye? the few who did ━they ran away, called him akin to some illusion, unreal, but he felt real... which meant he was, wasn’t he? “ sometimes the sea likes to make me think no one can hear me ━makes me feel lonely. ”

         CONCERN was still written all over his face; dangerously close of storming out and fighting everyone who let this happen. it only stirred the hatred against this club sitting directly across the street. 

        eyes wandered briefly over her shaken body, not quite knowing HOW he could comfort harley more than letting her rest here until she was comfortable enough to leave. however chris’ face rapidly softened at her words and he immediately shook his head in disagreement. harley wasn’t a BURDEN  (  and she’d never be  ━  the bar would always be open to her ). his hand touched her shoulder carefully; once again making sure that she wasn’t dramatically hurt. if she’d only TELL him who it has been, chris would hunt him down in one night. creature of the night or not. he’d regret hurting harley.

         swirling a chair around to sit across the woman, chris crossed his arms loosely above the backrest. fingers fidgeting with the rings around them. “it’s okay, don’t worry about that. you’re always welcomed here.” the blond man assured with a little smile, which faded ever so quickly. “do you want me to take you to the hospital ? maybe they should check up on your wrist.” index finger pointed at the bloody wound as his other hand pulled out a clean cloth, which he offered her. for a second his eyes were practically glued to the abnormal looking wound. it didn’t look like a regular wound from a fight.

        '  okay , so ... this is probably going to be weird but ...  ’    conner rubs the nape of his neck , the nervousness bubbling in his stomach.   ‘  but i’m ... looking for op ---  ’   he stops himself.   ‘  actually never mind !  i can’t do it , i’m sorry for wasting your time.   ’

                   how SHE ended up taking care of the boy was beyond her. the others thought it funny, some thought it’d be a good opportunity for her to get to know the stranger better, even when she hadn’t been the one to bring him in.

see, it wasn’t riri who found him outside their dorm. it was sumi who quickly ushered him in, deciding it’d be good for her to help him out, and all the girls flocked to see what the commotion was about. the younger girls were weirded out but quickly volunteered to help at first. that is until literally all of them in the house realized they had important business to attend to and oddly enough, the blogger had none. it was pretty ironic, too, that the only girl that had spent most of her life being cared and pampered by others was now the person that had to take care of this boy.