❛ you can’t save people, you can only love them. ❜ // mori.
(how exactly do you love someone?)
some tell him its in the language of flowers: red roses for a love, for an eternal spring that blooms. others tell him its in his actions, tender kisses, soft touches. chivalry. small notes to prove his affection. jewelry, diamond rings, chocolates in velvet heart-shaped boxes. watching the sunrise. every single definition he’s heard is different.
mori doesn’t know how to love. he’s never learned, not in the fifty million, forty hundred thousand and so runs he’s gone through in his existence. mori is a video game character. he’s computed to shoot until his ship explodes. the screen pops up with a HIGH SCORE title and numbers. he rests until the next willing victim tosses a coin into the system. rinse, repeat.
“saving people is all i’m good for, jourdan.”
(& i can’t even do that in this world.)
the glitch lays still on the floor, glancing up at his palm as it fades away into a blue hologram. there’s a shock of electric that shoots straight through to his spine. the boy doesn’t flinch. “i’ve harmed more people than i’ve saved.” the light from the windows peer straight through the holes of his hand. “what does it take to love?” (if dissected, i’m not sure if i’ll even have a human heart.)
