-sigh-
He sighs deeply and curls up in a ball. Regretting the fact he only tries to see good in people. Nothing never works as plan, how hard he tries and wishes even prays. Right now it’s just as if everything slips through his fingers. A worthless, hard and painful feeling.
Milan doesn’t feel like anything, not even a living creature right now. He was weak, emotionally and mentally. His brains kept tricking him. His heart kept hurting him. The stinging “no one cares” and the stabbing “no one actually likes you” his brain is telling him strike right through his heart.
‘Someone, please just ’ His eyes started to water. Clearly he was tricked again. The Serbian wasn’t like this usual; but the days he is, can get him killed.
Goodmorning people.
“How are all of you beautiful people doing today?” He mumbles on a sleepy tone before rubbing his eyes.“Who’s up for a little shit-chat with me? I’m also up to plot, para and all of that stuff. Just don’t be afraid and come up to me.”
“I love all of you who dare to approach me. Cheers guys!” He grinned.
“But now I do ask you guys to talk to me. Wop wop.”
