Zombie_In_A_Box Posted May 31, 2015 Share Posted May 31, 2015 Jurou's expression barely changed as the other spoke. There seemed to be a hint of sadness in his eyes when he finished, but otherwise... Otherwise there was simply no reaction. The brunet just glanced out the window, his lips pursing a little bit. "I get what you're saying, but... It's still just one life. Besides, why would you want me to live for you?..." He asked, shaking his head slightly. "No, never mind." Jurou's lips parted with a soft exhale, his eyes closing for the moment. Just one life. He couldn't change anything either way. If he died, people would forget soon. His grave would be forgotten, too. No one would visit him even after death... Yes, he had friends, but he never could really feel close to them. He could never really feel like a real friend. More like an acquaintance. "You probably have where to be, no?" He suddenly asked, glancing up for a moment, just to turn his gaze away almost immediately. God, he didn't even deserve to look at the man. He was this trash on the ground somewhere, and Yasahiro decided to pick him up and make something good out of him. Men like that were supposed to be loved in every possible way... And he couldn't do it, so why the hell was Yasahiro still here? He couldn't do anything good for him. No, he wasn't even meant to. His hands would probably stain the other's purity as soon as he touched him. The idea of somehow hurting this man again was painful. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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