you're the only light i want {pafp}

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    [size=15pt][b]Amelia Ashryver[/size]
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    Mia & y/c have been roommates sharing an apartment / flat for about two years now. Now they're not really friends, more like acquaintances. Sometimes they hang out together , but for the most part remain in their own separate social circles , yet live together quite peacefully. Then one day Mia's boyfriend dies - someone she was in love with, and planned on marrying, moving in with, having a family. So it devastated her. After that, the young woman changed. Other than work so that she could help pay the rent, Mia stayed locked in her room. She turned into a zombie - and still was a zombie for months afterwards. Y/c eventually steps in -- starts to talk to her, to help her get out of the hole Mia sunk herself into. They develop a real friendship for the first time, and Mia starts to realize that she can't just sit around and mope for the rest of her life. Mia and y/c end up becoming close - realizing they had a connection. Perhaps Mia even helps y/c learn or help him through a thing or two. They find meaning in each other & well, possibly love?



    [b]To the claimer

    		 -- I just thought this would be a cute little slow burn contempt romance of two roommates ~ your character will just sort of open Mia's eyes, where she realizes how to really live again, & then they fall in love. also some angst lets add angst to this ~ like maybe your character is in a relationship before they start developing feelings for each other. I'd like this to be bxg, so please pick a male fc ~ preferably not an emo or kpop fc. Please all I ask is that you're ACTIVE and are SEMI ADV TO ADV. I'm talking fancies (though not required) and multiple paragraphs. Thanks, claim away :)

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    1. can I say I actually shed a little tear. i'm ace myself so i'm legit so happy your character is ace. ^-^ Mia is gray ^^ I was just gonna add that in with context bc most people don't know what an ace is so I usually don't flat out say it so you're beautiful ok i'm emotional
    2. a couple of months after the boyfriend has died and y/c is like yo listen you gotta stop being like this

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    It'd been an early morning for Beck - mainly cause he'd barely slept at all the night before. As soon as golden beams of sunshine had bled in through his curtains, he'd risen, and he'd risen with a mission.


    Her name was caffeine, and he found her in a cup of ebony liquid one might casually call 'coffee'. The smell wafted up and filled not just their little kitchen area, but their whole apartment - poking in through each room and enveloping the whole place in a warm feeling that had been dangerously lacking as of late. Everything had been so cold, it was a wonder he hadn't been frozen solid by it all.


    He knew he was no good at these things, but today he was determined to talk to Mia. The two had shared their apartment for ages now, and though they were by no means super close he was definitely comfortable with her - or as comfortable as his anxiety would allow - and he had always hoped she felt comfortable with him too. Though, nowadays it seemed she wasn't comfortable with anything at all. She always looked so...lonely. So heartbroken. She seemed lost in a very empty world and he had been powerless to pull her from it - until today. He was determined to do...something. And it would start with a warm cup of coffee.


    He didn't really care if he looked like he'd just rolled out of bed - mostly because, well, he had; and they had both seen each other in similar states before. She'd literally walked in on him having a rather major panic attack back when they'd first started living together, and since then he'd always felt a little less awkward with her; she'd been so gentle with him then and it just made him feel that much safer. She'd seen him nearly give himself a heart attack, and now he was seeing her...like this. Depressed, perhaps. Lonely and heartbroken. There were much bigger issues going on in her life and his own, he had no need to worry over his unruly hair or sleepy green eyes.


    Taking the two fresh cups of coffee he'd poured, he made his way back up towards his room, but didn't stop there and instead went over to her own bedroom door. With a voice like honey he gently called out, "Mia, you awake? I made coffee"[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    [size=15pt][b]Amelia Ashryver[/size]
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    » [b]"MIA"
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    [an ace circle omg love it -- also sorry for delayed reply we went to the movies and dinner and then played a game]


    Mia would be lying to herself if she said she didn't think his depression had gone on too long - this lack of well, life in her. But she didn't care, she just wanted to be left alone. She just wanted to get by, day by day. She wished Viktor was still by her side. He would know what to do, he would know how to take care of her. But if Vintor was there, alive, she wouldn't be like this. They'd most likely have been engaged by now.


    The young brunette never in a million years thought she would find someone like him. Not with her fluctuating sexual and romantic attraction. But then Viktor rolled around and he wasn't at all concerned with sexual pleasure, he just adored Mia. He adored being around her and loved her enough to respect her boundaries, her wants. Mia couldn't believe she had found the perfect guy. And then it was all taken away from her one day. Viktor had been out with friends, and had gone to the bathroom. That's when the seizure hit him, out of nowhere. The person who found him had been too late - he was gone.


    It was devastating for Mia, for him to go in such a tragic way. Mia wish she could have been there somehow to have rolled him onto his side, to have helped him in time. But she had switched shifts with someone. Mia would have been there - she blamed herself ever since. It was about eight months later now,and life without him became colorless, dull, lacking any sort of light. Viktor was everything and just like her mother and father, he'd left her alone.


    The young woman only ever left the house to go to work, or to do laundry. She didn't see her friends anymore,heck they'd stopped texting her or coming around. Mia had seen a therapist at first, but nothing about that made her feel any better so she never went back. She was laying in bed, half asleep still when she heard her roommate , Beck call out to her, saying he made coffee.


    Beck had for the most part stayed out of things, leaving her alone - which was preferable. They two of them weren't exactly best friends, but they knew enough about each other for there to be respect between them. Mia also used to feel slightly protective over him, ever since she witnessed a panic attack of his. But lately over the past eight months, Mia had barely said a word to Beck. She just had nothing to say anymore.


    [b]"Okay,"

    		 Mia called back in a hoarse voice. "I'll have some later," she added before curling blankets tighter around herself. Later for Mia meant hours. It was her day off and she was going to spend it laying in bed and sleeping, avoiding the real world.

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    "You sure? It's nice and hot," he tried, voice still gentle as ever. He could never force anyone to do anything - it just wasn't in him. He could, however, beg - but he'd save that for the time he might really need it. He was about ready to just turn and head back to the kitchen in defeat, he was sure she'd just wanna stay in bed, but he decided to wait ever so patiently for a response. He might as well, he had nowhere to be today. No work today, and not enough friends to really drag him out anywhere, he might as well stick around and try to be of some help. It was either that or sit in his room and do jack-shit.


    The warm scent of the coffee was teasing him - he could even smell the honey he'd stirred into his own cup. He didn't get involved in Mia's personal life, just as she didn't in his, but he did know how she liked a cup of coffee. He usually made theirs in the morning, so at some point he'd learned. He didn't care to remember exactly when, but in any case he had two cups of delicious smelling coffee in his hands and was using all his willpower to not start sipping on his. He figured he should wait for her response, maybe they could chat over their coffee. He just wanted to help.


    //it's quite fine! <3 sorry this is kinda crap btw[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    [size=15pt][b]Amelia Ashryver[/size]
    21 - female [/fancypost]

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    [alllll good]


    Mia almost wished she had work that day, just so she could get out of the house and distract herself, but at the same time she felt physically drained. She worked at a bookstore, as a manager - so she often dealt with a lot of customers. Surprisingly enough, what was going on with her didn't affect her work. She kept a mask on - pretending to be completely normal, pretending to seem fine. When she wasn't around customers or other coworkers though, she remained quiet and sad. But it was distracting and it took her mind off of things.


    She let out a small sigh as she laid there in bed, with Beck at the door seemingly not wanting to give up. Mia rolled over and peeked through the crack in the door, since it was slightly open. Yep, he was still there, even with the coffee in his hand. A sigh escaped her and she rubbed her eyes. Why did he have to be so innocent and kind, so that it made her feel horrible to turn him down? The coffee did smell good, some of the scent wafted into her room, and her stomach even grumbled. When was the last time Mia had eaten? The previous morning maybe ?


    [b]"Alright. Give me a moment,"

    		 Mia mumbled and laid there for a few more moments before uncurling herself from the blankets. It was very dark in her room, some of the light peeking through the shades. She flicked on the bedside lamp and made her way over to her door, grabbing her shawl, then putting up her hair in a messy bun, instead of having it looking like a rats nest. She opened up the door, expression blank and emotionless as she looked at her roommate. He had a second cup of coffee in hand, and she reached out to take it. "Thanks," her voice was barely a whisper, and she shuffled towards the kitchen to put in cream and a heck ton of sugar

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    Watching her shuffle past without a word, he followed her back into the kitchen without a word, watching her for a moment before speaking up softly, "Yknow i already put stuff in there for you," he said with a soft chuckle, "Crap ton of sugar and some cream right?" He asked softly, semi jokingly. Well, it was originally just a joke, but damn anxiety kicks in fast and now he was wondering if he really did get it right.


    Taking a careful sip from the still rather hot cup, he let a soft sigh slip from between his lips as he mulled over what he should try and say to the other. He had to say something...


    //happy new year my dude[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    [size=15pt][b]Amelia Ashryver[/size]
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    [eeee happy new year !!!]


    Mia paused before adding more sugar when Beck said he has added it already. She took a sip to see if he had done it right, then paused, setting the cup down. Viktor would do this too - make her coffee just the way she liked it , or always made sure the people at the coffee place understood she liked sugar. Mia's shoulders slumped at the memory. God how she missed his presence. Beck however, did a pretty good job , he only forgot her secret ingredient.

    [b]"I usually add brown sugar too,"

    		 Mia murmured, opening up a cabinet ,finding the brown sugar before adding it to the hot drink. Much better. She took a sip and then headed over to the couches in the conjoining living room to the kitchen, sinking down into the couch, closing her eyes for a moment. It then crossed her mind the question of why Beck decided to make her coffee.

    She glanced his way, a horrified look on her face. "Why the sudden hospitality?" she asked, biting her lip. "You're not being extra nice or something because you're kicking me out, right?" for some reason she thought maybe he was trying to make it easy before he let her down with some bad news.

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    Beck smiled and watched her curiously, wondering if he'd done it right. Smiling for a moment, his smile faltered slightly when she said he forgot something else, brown sugar it seemed.


    He drew in a sharp breath, "Damn, I thought I'd gotten it right" he spoke with mock disappointment, shaking his head lightly and letting out a soft chuckle. He took a sip from his own cup while she added her brown sugar in, making sure to savor it as it was a particularly warm and sweet sip. He loved coffee a lot, and though he was generally one to prefer having it made somewhere for him, he'd done pretty well for himself today it seemed. Usually, a good cup of coffee meant a good day - or, he liked to tell himself that, at least. Watching as she headed into the kitchen, he decided to remain in his spot for the moment - they could see each other well enough and he was one for keeping personal space. Being really close to people made him feel claustrophobic and awful.


    He didn't look at her as she spoke, but made it visually clear he was listening and not spacing out as he sometimes did. Chuckling softly he shook his head, "No, no I'm not kicking you out." he began, but stopped himself for a moment as he remembered why he was doing this. It was pretty serious and he wasn't really ready to say anything - but when was he ever ready to do anything? He was always nervous and uncomfortable, and he always used it to justify his procrastinating.


    "Well, I just wanted to talk really," he began, looking into his cup of coffee and letting a nearly silent sigh slip past his lips, "About stuff. Nothing bad, really, just..." words seemed to betray him then, cause he was robbed of what to say next. How to transition into this fairly serious topic from here, he did not know.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    [size=15pt][b]Amelia Ashryver[/size]
    21- female - [/fancypost]

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    » [b]"MIA"
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    Mia almost smiled - almost - at how disappointed he seemed in himself that he has gotten her coffee wrong, missing a small ingredient. She was slightly awed that he cared enough to try. Beck was always surprising her at every turn. Him ending up being her roommate was quite pleasant. They lived so easily together, and rarely ever argued. It was like living with a sibling in a way, but where you didn't bother each other.


    Relief washed over the young woman as Beck explained that he was not kicking her out. Thank god. She would have literally nowhere to go. Her parents were far out of the question - they were across the country and she did not want to leave. This was where Viktor lived where he had come from and she was still attached. Plus, his gravesite was in a cemetery nearby. Mia was not leaving him alone.


    She tried to shift her focus from Viktor as best she could but it was so hard. He had been a huge part of Mia's life so everything reminded her of him. She sipped her coffee slowly instead and listened to Beck. He was nervous, anxious, and was having trouble getting out what he wanted to say. This was normal behavior for him though, so Mia didn't mind, she just waited patiently for him to figure out what he was trying to tell her.


    Though by his tone she could almost figure it out - and why he had been persistent this morning. [b]"I don't want to talk about that,"

    		 Mia frowned, staring into her cup of coffee, before reaching up to wipe at her eyes. Sadness overwhelmed her and she couldn't help but shed a tear. "I just want to be left alone, Beck, okay?" she started to get back up to head to her room -- she could simply finish her coffee in there and go back to sleep.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:200px; height:auto; font-family:helvetica; text-align:justify; color:#333; letter-spacing:1px; font-size:9px; text-transform:uppercase; line-height:100%;]when you come swimming into view, and i'm hanging on your words like i always used to do[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=#ccc; border:none; width:350px; padding:0px; height:150px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:342px; padding:2px; height:150px; overflow:auto; padding-right:25px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:342px; min-height:150px; padding:2px; text-align:justify; color:#333; font-family:helvetica; font-size:10px; line-height:95%;]Letting out a slightly exasperated sigh, he was both grateful for her patience and all at once stumped by her stubbornness. "I-It's just..." he knew what he wanted to say, but he felt it sounded so cruel coming from him that he feared the very idea of saying it to her at all.


    "You can't just...sit here all the time. And - and, just mope. If you wanna talk, I mean, I'll listen. I know we're not...like, best friends or anything but...I can listen! And I will if you need me to. I feel like crap knowing you feel like crap, it just sucks so much seeing you so sad and...I feel guilty not doing something?" these words were hard to get out. They felt wrong in his throat, like puzzle pieces that didn't connect. They tasted foul in his mouth, and spitting them out like he had made him feel...like shit, plain and simple. He felt heat rise to his cheeks as he looked down at his feet nervously. He'd probably just fucked everything up like usual.


    It was a wonder the timid boy hadn't just freaked out then, he wasn't the type to say things like that so easily and he felt ready to burst into flames. He probably made her really upset, probably made her feel terrible. Maybe he pissed her off, he couldn't be so sure.


    "I-I'm sorry. I...I just want to help" he whimpered, kicking himself mentally for opening his big fat mouth and making stupid words come out of them. He'd said what he wanted to and he still felt terrible. Talking things out never solved anything, did it?[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    [size=15pt][b]Amelia Ashryver[/size]
    21- female - [/fancypost]

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    » [b]"MIA"
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    Mia had practically made a beeline for her room, wanting to crawl back under the covers and disappear until her next responsibility. She had paused, however, in her doorway when Beck spoke up. Mia wasn't used to him being so forward, and it didn't seem like Beck was either. Her back was to him,mug in hand, the other holding onto the doorway as she listened to him speak. Mia easily could have gone into her room and shut him out, but she stopped.


    It was that last whimper that really got her - Beck sounded truly emotional, and it was obvious he cared about her well being. Mia leaned then against the doorway, back still to him as tears began to form in her eyes. Her friends had stopped coming around after the first two months - they'd given up on trying to help her. They'd abandoned her. But here she had her roommate, an innocent, sweet person like Beck who was offering to be there for her. Mia wiped her eyes with her free hand, sniffing.


    [b]"It hurts- to talk about it,"

    		 Mia eventually turned around in her doorway to face him, staring down at her cup of coffee, tears flowing faster. "I don't know how to live without him. I feel so empty. There's nothing to do. I'm so numb," she choked back a sob and wiped at her eyes again. Her hand holding the coffee cup was shaking, as well as her shoulders. Emotions she kept holding back were rising to the surface and it was too much.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:200px; height:auto; font-family:helvetica; text-align:justify; color:#333; letter-spacing:1px; font-size:9px; text-transform:uppercase; line-height:100%;]when you come swimming into view, and i'm hanging on your words like i always used to do[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=#ccc; border:none; width:350px; padding:0px; height:150px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:342px; padding:2px; height:150px; overflow:auto; padding-right:25px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:342px; min-height:150px; padding:2px; text-align:justify; color:#333; font-family:helvetica; font-size:10px; line-height:95%;]Beck figured she'd dropped it and walked off. He was sure she didn't want to listen to what he had to say...but he bit down gently on his lip as he heard no door close. In fact, he heard her speak up herself, and the raw emotion in her voice was enough to fill him with a strange, cold feeling. It tugged at him, freezing him up but - not in an anxious way. That was an all too familiar feeling for him. No, this feeling was in fact entirely new. Some odd combination of sensitivity and protectiveness, perhaps.


    Drawing in a sharp breath, he spoke up softly, "I know what you mean. You have that thing that you just...can't talk about, it's too much. I get that." he began, but his relation was entirely different from hers. The things he couldn't talk about were not ones of deep loss, or at least, not in the way she was feeling.


    "But really...I'm here. Well, obviously I'm here but...I'm getting off topic. even if you don't want to talk about it, I mean...we can always talk about something else if it'll make you feel a little less lonely. Sometimes, even if you don't think you want it, company can help the most" his voice was soft, like silk easily torn. Beck was sensitive, and he was fully aware of this. Turning himself, he looked over at Mia and felt a pang of sympathy stab at his heart. She looked more broken than anyone he'd ever seen before and it made him feel so horrible and guilty.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    21- female - [/fancypost]

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    » [b]"MIA"
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    Mia didn't want to be crying right then, but she couldn't stop once she started. She went and set her coffee down on the kitchen counter and then slumped into a chair. She covered her face with her hands and let the tears fall, unable to control herself. Mia still managed to listen to what Beck was saying. Deep down Mia knew she should listen to him and try to not mope around, to talk and get better. But what was the point ? She'd never be happy again.


    [b]"I'm sorry I've been such a burden these past few months,"

    		 Mia eventually spoke up once he was done and once she had calmed down enough. Tears were still slipping down her cheeks but there was nothing she could do about that. "I don't know what to do," she put her arms on the table, and then buried her head in them, trying to disappear.




    Mia took deep breaths, doing a counting trick in her head to get her to focus on something else while she toned down the emotions. "What else is there to talk about?" she whispered, picking her head up. "There's nothing going on in my life. I have nothing, I am nothing," her eyes stared vacantly ahead. Mia was completely and utterly lost. Without help or guidance there was no way she'd be even close to normal again

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#ccc; border:none; width:350px; padding:0px; height:150px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:342px; padding:2px; height:150px; overflow:auto; padding-right:25px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:342px; min-height:150px; padding:2px; text-align:justify; color:#333; font-family:helvetica; font-size:10px; line-height:95%;]Letting a soft sigh escape past his lips, it took him a moment before he spoke up again, "You're not being a burden to anyone Mia. I just...can't watch you look so miserable anymore. It's not fair. You've always been nice to me, I mean if anything I'm more of a burden, always so paranoid and whatever. I mean, I can't do anything at all, but..." he huffed at that, he was getting off topic and needed to redirect his train of thought before he said anything else stupid.


    "The point it you aren't a burden. I really genuinely just want to help you, do something. If you really think that, that you're nothing and have nothing else to say - then, well we can think of something new to say! You are an entire person completely separate from him-" well, now he was choking himself up. His words got caught in his throat, settling in his vocal chords like a coil of barbed wire.


    (sorry about slow responses)[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    [size=15pt][b]Amelia Ashryver[/size]
    21- female - [/fancypost]

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    » [b]"MIA"
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    [s'alright]


    Mia stayed absolutely silent other than her quiet cries, listening to him ramble on. He said she wasn't a burden, he said she was her own separate person from her ex. She didn't feel like that all that much. But she wasn't going to argue with him, she was too tired and too sad. Her gaze shifted his way when Beck's voice seemed to break at the end. Now Mia was making him feel so upset because she was like this. [b]"Beck stop,"

    		 she managed to find words.




    "You don't need to get this emotional over me," Mia stared at him in shock, before wiping at her eyes, making the wetness go away. "I didn't think you cared this much over my wellbeing," she frowned, before motioning for him to come sit with her. There were still tears coming from her eyes and she still felt empty, but - now she was worried about him. Mia was worried he was going to go into a panic attack again. "How do you think you can help me?" she steered the conversation to something productive. Plus she wondered how he was planning on helping her , she didn't think much would change. If it was 8 months later and she still felt like the day she found out he'd died, how was she ever going to get better ?

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:200px; height:auto; font-family:helvetica; text-align:justify; color:#333; letter-spacing:1px; font-size:9px; text-transform:uppercase; line-height:100%;]when you come swimming into view, and i'm hanging on your words like i always used to do[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=#ccc; border:none; width:350px; padding:0px; height:150px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:342px; padding:2px; height:150px; overflow:auto; padding-right:25px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:342px; min-height:150px; padding:2px; text-align:justify; color:#333; font-family:helvetica; font-size:10px; line-height:95%;]Beck swallowed hard, listening to what she had to say and watching her as she motioned for him to come closer, to which he dd oblige. Getting up quietly, hands shaking terribly - they always shook, but now seemed worse than usual. He was so flighty and timid as it was, now he seemed to be filled to bursting with nervous energy that buzzed and made him feel strange on his feet. Once he was sat by her side, he couldn't help but feel even more guilty. She looked so upset, and he felt like he wasn't helping all that much.


    "I-I'm sorry," he apologized softly. He was always sorry about something, at this point it was second nature for him to add in soft apologies to everyone he encountered. Sorry for almost bumping into you, sorry for coming up behind you, sorry for being so in the way...he could go on all day. "I-I just hate seeing people get so upset, a-and you look so lonely and upset it just...gets to me" he huffed quietly, bringing his hands together to hopefully quell their trembling.


    "W-well," this was the tricky part because truthfully he was still figuring that part out. "I'll listen if you need to vent. If you feel lonely or whatever I mean, I'll gladly help out"[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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