#strlngze

“...Dear.. I can tell something is bothering you. The way you move, the way your heart speaks..”

He speaks softly, and gently as he carefully approaches the young girl. hands balled up into fists and her facial expression wrought with anger and despair (almost.. lost and confused, perhaps?) - face dyed scarlet with a seething anger he had not seen, this young girl needed console.

And he wasn’t going to let her pass just like this. It’ll eat away at her heart.

“Please.. come inside.”

He gestures and invites her to the church interior - warm as it is. Within, no one was around; so it’d be just the two of them. The church was always a place that could soothe; it’s brilliant design and intricate mosaics captured the hearts of many to a stillness that brought hearts to a calm.

Most people, when they say they’ll do whatever it takes draw a line at some point. Hopefully most would draw that line before drastic sabotage or even worse murder. Sadly, desperation can drive people to do things they never would have even thought of before.

So, when Diego came to the music hall and was greeted by a flood of reporters, police, and pedestrians alike he couldn’t help but be confused. Something had happened, something big obviously. He paused, looking through the crowd, his violin case hanging over his shoulder. He looked to the person next to him, wondering if they knew what had happened here to gather such a diverse, concerned looking group.

“Surely, you’ve mistaken me for someone who believes my ‘occupation’ is like a job. I like being a priest, I like taking care of this church.”

He fiddles with the silver cross around his neck, as he takes it betwixt fingertips and rolls it gently. Feeling the smoothness of silver against his fingertips, he hols the bible in his other hand along his hip, as he is illuminated by the sunlight through mosaic windows. 

Walking up to the other who had seemed to pay a visit near the entrance, he stops at a comfortable distance and smiles gently towards Tatsumaki. She really was a cute one; it was hard to believe they were the same age with such youthful looks.

Was this small old woman hitting on him? That couldn’t be the case. But what if it was? Moreover, why was he even bothering to think about this?!

Being 18 meant he was an adult right? An adult that could make decisions and muster up the ourage to stand up and do something with conviction. Follow through with plans, be there for people when he said he would be! But... that’s not who he was. Not in this moment anyway, in this moment he felt like a child that had no say or sway in what he did with his life.

He looked down at his phone, a reminder showing on his screen showing that he was already four minutes late for a meet up with Tatsumaki. Great, only the third one this month that he would either be late for or skip. He just, felt like he was weighing her down. She was smart and funny, in her own way, and so much more.

$ [ to; music dork ] I’m just saying, the bitch had really ugly looking hair, and she STILL thinks she’s the hot shit?????!!!! like, nah get outta here..