Pants rolled all the way up to his knees, his skin embarrassingly reflecting the light like a mirror as the night sky didn’t offer much help. Vlad had his feet dipped into the surface of a local pool. His hands were hooked over the edge, pressing against the concrete — trying to feel the texture underneath his nails. For a while, he’d been running alone, without Talitha to keep him company. He’d wondered if it was the right thing to do, if it was what he really wanted. For some time after he’d left, he’d been lonely — never sure of what to do or say in the world of breathers. But now, now maybe it had been the best thing he could have done.
He’d thought the world of Talitha. Loved her, in some ways. But he’d spent too much of his life listening to what people wanted him to be. He’d never got the chance to understand, to figure out who he actually was. And now, he needed that more than ever. So he sat, and stared, as if the water was going to give him every answer he ever needed.
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