‍ ‍𝕥𝚑ᵉ ‍𝓅𝑜𝔢𝚝͟﹒

ㅤ "heard of him. never read his stuff though. i'm more of a poetry reader." riva slides the book across the table. "thanks, but no thanks." she doesn't quite understand what the purpose of this gesture is. ㅤ

ㅤ her gaze hardened at the sight of him. keeping her head perched on one hand, she used the other to leaf through the book. brows knit into a frown. "what's this for ?" ㅤ

- say carefully before turning his head to look at where he sensed them. "Can I help you?"

The newborn's attention was abruptly drawn from the distracting bugs by the strange presence, pulling his jacket hood over his head to hide bright red eyes searching the surrounding trees. In the next moment, he turned away to start walking. What to do, what to do, what to do...

a soft laugh followed.〝and instead i’m presented with an ordinary man living an ordinary after-life.〞 his gaze lingered on edward, bright with amusement.〝you’ll forgive me if i remain unconvinced.〞

she frowned slightly. part of her wanted to accept it. it would be easier. easier to stop trying to understand him. to stop wondering why he watched her that way. why he disappeared. why he seemed to wage an invisible battle every time +

ㅤ well, she's ( not ) nice. ㅤ

ㅤ it's weirder that he wants to know. ㅤ

ㅤ he's not very good at it if he couldn't even find out her name. ㅤ

ㅤ aw, so he just wants to know everything about her. adorable. ㅤ