I've decided to put After Effect to rest, I'm just not as motivated as I used to be. Nightkiller still brings me joy but there doesn't appear to be much for me to gain anymore, self indulgence-wise, in trying. It been months since I even contributed anything new to the story.
Now I need to get back to my job training videos, thanks for reading
“This rejection- this hurt you feel, will pass, Mob,” Reigen said, clasping his hand against the teenager’s shoulder again as the ladder continued to cry. The older man bit his lip as he resisted the urge to pull him into a hug- he wasn’t one to lend out physical touch nor was Mob one to accept it often. Reigen sighed, running a hand through the 14-year’s hair, “How about some Udon, yeah? My treat?”
The 14-year-old nodded slowly, wiping at the tears and snot plastered against his sweaty face as he continued to cry; the sunflower dropping from his hand as he pressed his palms against his eyes- hoping to stop the dam broken inside him. He felt wrong. Hurt. Sick. His body seemed alien and yet so very his; and the air around him was getting hard to suck into lungs between blurry surroundings and tearful gasps. But perhaps that was just heartbreak- or his heart literally breaking. Because that’s what it felt like...