@l-ethiferous
Eyes lock; though it's only for a moment, it's enough. No one can see him. No one's been able to see the man in months, disheveled black hair and tear streaked eyeliner forever staining his cheeks. He could almost pass as alive if not for the dark burgundy stain spread out across the front of his sweater. But, this man doesn't look right through him. He sees him.
Tran runs up to him in desperation, doesn't bother explaining the circumstances. “Hey! Hey, you! You can see me, can't you!?”














