[He's not here to judge you, kid. But he at least lets the silence sit on the resistance Ahito pushes back, stopping in his strides to glance down at him with a thinning smile.]
There is something incredibly powerful in the moment we are at our lowest, and yet still find something to tether to and bring us back to the surface. Whether it be a memory or sight, a taste or a song... or even something unpleasant or unwanted. Pain or anger or regret.
Mine is a place where I often question whether or not I'm human anymore.
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[He's not here to judge you, kid. But he at least lets the silence sit on the resistance Ahito pushes back, stopping in his strides to glance down at him with a thinning smile.]
There is something incredibly powerful in the moment we are at our lowest, and yet still find something to tether to and bring us back to the surface. Whether it be a memory or sight, a taste or a song... or even something unpleasant or unwanted. Pain or anger or regret.
Mine is a place where I often question whether or not I'm human anymore.