❛ you are not for the living. you are not for human kind. ❜ @dcnnela
There's a silence that permeates him. The words settling inside of him like a weight. Rocks weighing down a corpse in a river. He was not for the living, not anymore. He couldn't walk down cobbled streets the same way, wear his uniform in broad daylight, chat casually and easy with his family.
No, he was not made for that any longer.
"So who am I for then? Am I just for you?" The words are spit with venom, but also a hint of resignation. An understanding that there was truth to her words, even if he hated it.
"A-Am I still even for me?" The words come out shakier than he wants, voice cracking. He doesn't know what he wants with the question, as no reassurance from her could ever make it sit right in him.
