- Original Work (2)
He wanted to know what true happiness was, to smile, to laugh, to feel what his ‘friends’ felt.
He wanted to know what it was to cry, to pull his bronze coloured hair in frustration, to watch tears run down his olive skin.
To feel the fear, from the fear his ‘friends’ felt during horror movies to the grotesque kind, to feel the anxious sweat coat his wavy hair, to run between his hands, to soak his back.
But he can only play pretend.
He wants to feel the burning, sweltering heat that is anger, to feel the rush of adrenaline run through his veins.
He wants to feel something, anything, anything but the numbness.
He had not thought it was possible, until it was.
*Authors Note: Currently looking back on this, is not all that good. So from this point on, its under major rewrite, if you are reading this, look for an update in maybe
My mind. My blood. My soul and my flesh.
For all I have given before you, it has been forsaken.
He is going to die. He is going to die so soon, and you're going to have to live for thousands of sweeps without him.
Gamzee contemplates the lifespan of his moirail.
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17 Aug 2019