Slowly but surely, the day must come to an end; the normal sound of people going about their day-to-day lives draws itself to silence. It is only at this time that he ever felt so whole; it is only at this time that he can exist. The worries that trail him throughout the morning have been broken down to sharp words and violent shards. In this state, they have the chance to be permanent.
I watch as they glide across his skin, causing red to flow down the perfect ivory. I listen as he whimpers and pleads under his breath for everything to stop. It is only at this time that his mask falls and shatters at his feet.
Only I can see him in this state.
And you can't change that.
