lost child ; closed.
♞. Slowly a fragmented sweat dripped whilst identical droplets developing, mimicking those that are being poured onto the window. Rainy days should be spent with relaxation and free of burdens, a day where every individual worry that remained intact went down the drain along with the rest. The drum of his fingers aloft the windowsill echoed with impatience and indecisiveness, contemplating whether to pressure onward and venture deeper into the empty buildings-- or either to look unnaturally strange whilst staring at those who pass by. His footsteps resounded, accompanying the continuous drum. Yet there was a reserved weeping sound reverberating from the near distance, his interest abruptly piqued.
The source of the same shadowed, he was remotely curious on finding the true reason on why the other seemed to be weeping-- crying. It took only mere seconds to reach his destination, an eyebrow furrowed in confusion as his sight was submerged with a male with a child-like appearance sobbing. Slowly yet cautiously the commander approached the younger male. Concerned vocables filtered from his lips, ❝are you okay...?❞