Prologue
The Art of Being
Limerence: (n) the state of being completely infatuated with someone.
To say he liked clouds would be an understatement.
He loved them, if love were such a thing.
The way they simply existed.
He of course understood the innumerable amount of chemical reactions that took place to form a single wisp of cirrus cloud, but thinking about them was troublesome, so he simply stuck to his original thought:
They were simply there.
They caused no harm, did no wrong.
They were the saints of the natural world.
As he lay in the park, hands behind his head, eyes fixed on the clouds in the heavens, the group of runners passed.
They were his only distraction from his daily cloud gazing session.
He sighed and glared at them as they passed, the girl leading the group of twenty held her head high and was hardly even sweating, those bringing up the rear huffed loudly and were red in the face.
Though he was glaring at the group, deep down he envied them.
The way they could simply stand and run without worrying.
How they could just be.
With no fear of the pain.
The pain that he had to fear.
The group finally passed him and the last few who were a good bit further behind than the rest were out of sight at last.
He brought his eyes back to the clouds and watched them drift on overhead, peacefully.
He watched them be.
A/N: What do you think is going on?
This is a short-ish series that I really hope you'll enjoy, it's fairly close to my heart (cringey as that sounds) as I know someone with the condition that Shika has.
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