#fugonaraangst

[futrish]

after hearing about narancia's death, fugo ran to a high balcony of one of the street buildings and screamed + sobbed for hours, painful cracks in his hoarse voice as warm, wet, glistening tears flowed down his face in a stream. the harsh, cold air hit his red face as his hair blew back in the wind. fugo's world truly crumbled that day.