stomach. The doubts that scream in his head quell when the light pressure she's described taps against the flat of his hands. His normally distant gaze flicker and gloss with bewilderment and wonder.

❛...that's them?❜

Guilt now dense and heavy on his heart. He doesn't deserve to be a part of something so precious and innocent.

It was easier living as a weapon than confronting these weird emotions. But this is a path he chose and there's no regrets, no going back.

Digits relax and cup the curves of Shelly's →

An emotion he’s a complete stranger to.

❛I meant— You’re always the one I’ll choose.❜ He’s returned to his stoic mien, albeit a dull shine in his hues.

❛Tch, no I don’t think I will.❜

Swats her hand away from his face with stern force. That ‘raging storm’ held his entire world.

He wouldn’t leave her for anything or anyone.

❛No.❜

Straight to the point. This time he pushes her off with a bit more force. And he doesn’t owe her an explanation.

❛Move along.❜ Complete disinterest.

Peels himself away from the woman’s grasp. Dead stare ensues behind his disguise.

❛I’m wearing a mask for a reason. I’d appreciate it if you kept your tone down and refer to me anything but.❜

everything will be okay.