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@saeranchci

He’s seen him before as Cole sat in his usual spot atop a stone railing. Each time, the hurt in his eyes becomes more obvious. He wanted to help, but he wasn’t sure how to approach him. Like many others, this man was one who buried his pain; those people were harder to help. They build walls that are hard to break, and generally they don’t admit that they need help. 

But today seemed to be lucky, as this man approached the stone railing, to answer a call, it seemed. Cole hung his head low as the man approached, his entire face hidden by his giant hat. His feet swung, and he waited until he was finished. “You lock it away, like so many others. You think it will help, but it never does. It only grows bigger and it eats you away.”

His head was hung still hung low, and his feet were still swinging. He never made eye contact at first, because a lot of the time, people didn’t want his help. They’d think he was a freak, weird, and want nothing to do with him. In reality, he just had a very good eye for people in pain. He just wanted to help.

@saeranchci // continued

It was her normal walk for groceries. A routine she had stick to since coming to Bellevue. She was used to cook, and it was cheaper that way, plus she enjoyed strolling like that. Today however, there was something that wasn’t usually there. A young white-haired male on a secluded bench, a pained expression that didn’t passed unnoticed to her red eyes.

She had plenty of time to get groceries later. Now, she was more worried about this man that seemed to stand out, like a cutout in the background of this park. Striding closer, she gathered the courage to call out. Maybe the stranger could use a hug, he seemed hurt and lonely after all. A cold smile, cruel eyes looking at her, the man clearly shorter male stood up and reached up to her shoulder, words she didn’t quite understood coming her way.

The day had been long and tiring. From photo shoots to practicing lines for his upcoming performance, it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to catch a break. But finally, after long hours of work, the day seemed to becoming to a close. His manager dismissed him and Zen went home.

Residing in Bayside Living had it’s perks. For starters, it was near the beach. And the beach was a perfect setting for selfies. Well, anywhere really. But today he decided to hit the clubhouse for a much needed spa time. Besides, the residents were usually eating dinner so the place would be empty.

Once Zen got there, he found that the clubhouse was occupied by someone else. Strange, he’d never seen the guy around. And yet... something about him was off. Zen shrugged it off and approached him.

Meme: Text message starters //accepting

✉ → sms“Y”

✉ → sms“nfw”

( ✉ → sms ) “I’m sorry who are you?”

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