Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
”I wasn’t going to ask. And with all due respect, there is nothing to work out. I have no idea who you are, and it seems like you have no idea who I am, other than some rumours you’ve chosen to believe. I’ll say it again - this is nothing to do with you.” Neron huffs out a laugh, in fact, finding it incredulous for a complete stranger to apparently take this on.
”I am no danger to the Grounders or the Hollowed Grounds. I don’t owe you anything, and I won’t be telling you anything.” Scoffing, he steps back from the counter and folds his arms across his chest. ”If the people who have a problem with me want to come and find me themselves, then so be it. But they haven’t so far, and you can mind your own business.”
”I am no danger to the Grounders or the Hollowed Grounds. I don’t owe you anything, and I won’t be telling you anything.” Scoffing, he steps back from the counter and folds his arms across his chest. ”If the people who have a problem with me want to come and find me themselves, then so be it. But they haven’t so far, and you can mind your own business.”
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
