Swiftcurrent Creek I got a bulletproof heart, you got a hollow-point smile

He's real angsty... im so sorry.

The borders—he had to round the borders once more.

He had to stay busy. Because if he didn’t—if he let the quiet drift over him… Oh, he would surely choke on the grief that hung from him like a dozen sandbags.

So he clawed a tree—he lifted a leg. He pissed on a world that should have held all his loved ones—and tried not to fall back to a time where he had held a tiny Lilitu, a tiny Arielle, and a proud new mother, Ibis in his arms and swore to protect them all.

The fucking last man standing.

He blinked—a shadow in the distance. But it was no stranger—at least, not in a definitive dictionary version. There was Mae—his heart ached, of course it did.

How much room could his heart keep for those who despised him?

He rounded closer—wondering, if now, she was speaking to him once more. Before, she had once more decided he wasn’t worth her time.