unworthy - ushijima
Ushijima didn't like talking. He spent long intervals of time with his mouth closed and his brain roaring. His mind thought the things his lips never dared to say - and he often listened to them more than anything else. His introspections were the most silent during two times: when his emotions took control of every cell in his body, and when [Name] was visible to the eye (which could be considered as the same thing).
[Name] was always a subconscious thought in Ushijima's mind; every detail about her had been drilled into his brain. For example, how she spoke with such ease and consideration; which made Ushijima deem each word that left her mouth as a blessing. It seemed as if his whole being stopped and listened when she vocalized her thoughts. Or how the lips that her words rolled off of were the color of cold skin and they looked as smooth as her hair did in the fluorescent lights. He would never admit it to himself (or anyone else, for that ma
i welcome all of you, sinnamon and cinnamon rolls alike, to my profile.
i suppose you're reading this because you want to learn a little bit about me, no?
i'm a total slave to lots of fictional characters and plot bunnies that roll around my mind 24/7. unfortunately, a demon known as 'insecurity' clings onto my back and refuses to let go, so most of my writing never sees the light of day.
total trash but that's okay, because 'trash can,' not, 'trash can't,' am i right?
feel free to drop by a comment; we could become total bros.
❒ single ❒ taken ✔ mentally dating a character that doesn't actually exist
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