☓ || Grey World
The world was grey, the clouds heavy with rain, ready to mark society with it’s water. Gin loved it when days were like this, it fitted his personality way more, like the world was sulking with him, telling him it was okay to be sad, because he was fucking sad the whole fucking time. He was at his usual spot, the building higher and the rooftop a little bigger than the apartment complex. He would come here most of the time just to see the huge skyscrapers and faintly hear the noises of people who are living and breathing their lives. His journal would rest in his lap, sometimes he would draw or write down things he doesn’t want to forget or he found import enough to capture.
She was quiet he could give her that, when he slightly heard the faint sound of someone walking his way, he looked up from his journal to see that once again they had the same type of idea. “Joining again, for another round of sulking?” @rcareum
