No One Knows :: [Jake + Titus // Blitz]
Jul 5, 2017 18:12:04 GMT -5
Post by L△LIA on Jul 5, 2017 18:12:04 GMT -5
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oh, god, I'm clean out of air in my lungs
it's all gone
it's all gone
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The boy with no face sits and stares. It is as if the world all around is masked the same way he is, shielded from scrutiny no matter how long he searches for hints of… anything. It’s not as comforting being on this side of things as it is to be able to hide away from his future murderer. There is a sense of safety in his own anonymity, but it comes at the price of being cut off in a way that he wasn’t back in District Five. There he could go home and sit around the dinner table with his family, all of them lifting their masks — together — just enough to make room for bites of food. It was room enough for a kind of closeness that doesn’t exist here. Everyone is far away no matter how close he stands, no matter how attentively he stares.
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