The feelings, cold, and emptiness consumed him. He felt lost. These sentiments make him appreciate the sociopath self he once used to be.
No empathy, no love, no care for others.
Death.
A part of life. No matter how much witchery someone does to live forever, how much you push it away, there will always be a way to death. You can delay it but you can't escape it.
No one can escape death.
The breath you are taking right now can be your last breath. You never know.
He keeps his gaze connected to the ground. People around him sobbing and mumbling words that he didn't care to comprehend. Putting a significant essence that connects them to the dead person on the stone.
CITEȘTI
Two Of A Kind ⍟ Kai Parker
Fanfiction𝐄𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝑎𝑑𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 Equal in value, amount, function, meaning etc. "Love is an algorithm written between two equal souls," I'll write more when my brain stops numbing off, thank you ✌
