BoodyBlackRabbit

How can this happen? She’s just been sitting in the bus, probably for god knows how long even though she thinks it’s just been a couple minutes. But that’s because you’ve been zoning out since it left the station, she chastises herself, of course you’d lose track of time. Fortunately, there’s not much to carry, save for a suitcase and an extra bag that she chooses to pack on the last minute, a gesture that describes her reluctance to leave. City life has been not been unkind, but the people there aren’t exactly friendly, either. Thus it reinforces the fact that [Name] should have never trusted anyon

The skin between your brows puckered, and one arched inquisitively at the familiar, lanky figure sat on a park bench. Your classmate's identical uniform was hard to miss, as was his signature, long-since out-dated bowl cut. Mob's long legs were sprawled out in front of him, spine slouched and a hand pressed to his forehead. For several uncounted, silent seconds you watched him stare at the ground. It wasn't until he pulled his hand away the you saw the blood stained palm. "Mob?" You cried incredulously. The teen looked to you aloofly, eyes drooped in the same deadpan stare since middle-school. You felt yourself pale at the trail of crimso