#jonahhhh

[heyoricohannah]

Jonah complimenting Cyrus on his paddling not even realizing Cyrus no longer has a paddle>>>>>>>>>>>

[quantum-shatter-a-blog]

J O N A H .

    Jonah rested with his legs hanging over the edge of Old Hungry’s top floor, the railing preventing him from falling as he looked down into the expanse of the building. No other boys were there, which was odd, given that it was late afternoon. Usually, someone was ‘round here, at least from noon until dinnertime, when all of them had to run home to their parents.

    Well, maybe that’s why he was alone. All the other boys probably had something to do with their families; board games, something. Well, Jonah- he had no family. And while he was always welcome at someone’s house for the night, it was more than often that he spent them alone, laying in the private pieces of Zaun that Ekko and his other friends had reserved for themselves. It was awfully lonely, but it was less lonely than watching the others kiss their parents goodnight.

    It sparked a sense of anger within him. Why had it been him?

    The boy huffed and hit his forehead against the railing before him, grunting quietly. His black hair spilled forwards over the red bandanna he wore around his forehead, obstructing his vision as the strands fell. He couldn’t bring himself to care, however, because he was too preoccupied watching the bustle of Zaun’s streets through the clock face. 

    Everyone in the city seemed to have someone. A family, a girlfriend. Or at least a purpose. Jonah had none of the above.

    The pit of his stomach ached as the empty feeling began to eat at his insides. But what could he do about it? His eyes hardened again. Nothing. His whole life had been stolen from him, and now he was left alone. All due to the damn Pilties, and her. He wasn’t sure who he hated more. She who killed his mother in cold blood? Or they, who, on a mission to catch a Chem Baron, had murdered his father and labelled him as a ‘sacrifice?’

    It was equal in his eyes. But he couldn’t reach great enough heights to oppose either party. It would mean certain death for him. So he was stuck here. And, even with his friends; they couldn’t possibly understand what he was going through, not even if they insisted so. How could they? Empathy was not sympathy. And neither would help him.

    So Jonah would stay angry. He would stay that way for as long as he wanted to be, and this was certain. As long as he held the photograph of the father he’d never met, and as long as the sight of his mother’s body stayed with him. Longer. For holding onto that anger was all that he had left. And he wasn’t ready yet to lose that, too.

... @vesanic

[butchreyes]

WHAT IF I KILLED MYSELF 😭😫

[syllethx]

on another note i have a ton of video games i need to finish but im putting rise of the tomb raider on priority tbh