—〝eneмιeѕ〞

𝑯𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓 . . .

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝐼 𝘩𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟 ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝑊𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛.ᐣ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ♱

i ʰᵃᵗᵉ looking into the ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ and staring ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᴬ stranger's 𝖾𝑦𝖾͟𝗌. where does he ᴇɴᴅ and i BEGIN?

⠀maybe there’s a little bit of a hero in me after all.

“𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫…”

i COULD fix him, but whatever the hell is wrong with him is way funnier.

but that's the thing, isn't it? we will never know each other's story. i will always be his son, him my father. this is where our story begins and ends.

ㅤ 𝓫ehi𝓝d e𝐯ery 𝑒xquis𝓲te thing tħat exi𝓼ted, t𝗵ere w𝐚s s𝖔met𝗵ing 𝘁rag𝓲c . ㅤ

what do i do, after all this survival?

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝.

𝑯𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓 . . .