@paperpines
The child’s hand skimmed over the surface of the water. It was strange, the sensation; the cool feeling of water as it trickled down their fingertips when they brought it back from the pool’s surface.
They hated it.
For a while they remained fixated on their hand, dripping with water, watching as each drop trailed down to their elbow. At least, that was until they heard a rustle of grass from behind.
It was a boy– one assumedly around their own age (or rather, what would have been their age)– who had quietly taken his place next to Chara. Who does that? Who just sits down next to someone and says nothing?
“You’re upset,” the child simply observes, empty eyes staring unwavering at the boy’s downcast ones. They say no more. He looked like the type who wanted to say everything anyway, despite his silence.
