KyonAyanamiChan

You sat at the edge of an alleyway, looking out. It was dark in the shadows and a cold breeze blew. Again, you were alone. Your heart felt like it would tear apart, painfully compressing in your chest. Yet you found solace in one thing--one man--as you stare at his sheathed sword: Nicolas Brown was the pinnacle of your life. Although you hated nearly all aspects of your life, typically wishing you would simply vanish from this world, there he was--when you were fortunate enough to see him, the mere image of him was enough to fill the void in your soul, to make you feel alive, grateful you were living for the sight of him. Usually, when he e

You sat at the edge of an alleyway, looking out. It was dark in the shadows and a cold breeze blew. Again, you were alone. Your heart felt like it would tear apart, painfully compressing in your chest. Yet you found solace in one thing--one man--as you stare at his sheathed sword: Nicolas Brown was the pinnacle of your life. Although you hated nearly all aspects of your life, typically wishing you would simply vanish from this world, there he was--when you were fortunate enough to see him, the mere image of him was enough to fill the void in your soul, to make you feel alive, grateful you were living for the sight of him. Usually, when he e