Even though he's been trying to be better, some things won't easily go away in two months after years of bracing oneself against disappointment. Keeping his expectations low is second nature by now; bracing himself for the moment his hand is let go is a habit; knowing he will not be chosen is simply as inevitable as endings. Like how he's the morning mist in most people's lives, he was ready to keep loving quietly, in his own way, without expecting anything in return.
But things like this—the people who have thanked him for his efforts, showed him care and consideration, and now someone saying they love him back—remind him that here, he is more than just an agent of destiny. And maybe this is why Day laughs so joyously, almost like he could cry too, as he wraps his arms around Phil and pulls him into a hug.
Yes, someone loves him too. He is not the morning mist. ]
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Even though he's been trying to be better, some things won't easily go away in two months after years of bracing oneself against disappointment. Keeping his expectations low is second nature by now; bracing himself for the moment his hand is let go is a habit; knowing he will not be chosen is simply as inevitable as endings. Like how he's the morning mist in most people's lives, he was ready to keep loving quietly, in his own way, without expecting anything in return.
But things like this—the people who have thanked him for his efforts, showed him care and consideration, and now someone saying they love him back—remind him that here, he is more than just an agent of destiny. And maybe this is why Day laughs so joyously, almost like he could cry too, as he wraps his arms around Phil and pulls him into a hug.
Yes, someone loves him too. He is not the morning mist. ]