There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface.

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“— and?” his number one flaw was that he never cared – be it about himself or others. he let everyone else do what they wanted. if there was something wrong or  even pulled at them beneath their skin, relatable as it was, he made sure to show no interest in it. that way, he wouldn’t have to get involved. usually, it worked quite well, “i fail to see why it matters.”

“You cannot give me this.”

he should have known better than to be even remotely decent. each time he attempted to in the past, he was given the same response; stop while you’re ahead. a reason to why he stopped caring most of the time. then again, there were always times he tried to be better… he just didn’t get very far.

it was the prime reason he take back several steps so to speak. that way, he didn’t have to explain himself anymore — it was hard enough attempting to be decent as it was. he still didn’t know how to explain himself. “never mind,” he finally said. “forget it.”