roland’s always been quickly enamored. ( his downfall, everyone would always say. ) there’s something about people that captures his entire being, even when a word hasn’t been shared. it still baffles him a little bit that some find more comfort in steering away from company, but roland’s sure his own habits could easily be pinned as abnormal.
the sun’s hung bright in the sky, like something straight out of a cartoon. it adds a layer of warmth over his entire body, has a few patches of his shirt starting to cling to his back and chest. the pen that’s cradled in his right hand has been held against the page long enough to add an ugly black blob to the line he’d been writing on, earning a short sigh. roland taps the butt of the pen to the corner of his journal three times before he’s finally giving in to the distraction painted in front of him. maybe trying to find solace at a park wasn’t the best decision. a figure catches his eye and all at once, his body tenses with a chill. “no way,” he barely breathes out and immediately fumbles to get himself together and go.
