Notes: I'm a young writer with a fragile ego, but I like feedback good or bad. It's like crack Vicodin to me. There is a sequel to this fic that is currently in progress.
Cold and empty, that's all he felt. They said apathy was feeling nothing. If apathy was nothing he shouldn't feel this aching need to fill that hole. He wasn't sure what to fill it with. Something, anything that would fill the void.
He looked over the vast expanse of PPTH from his perch atop the roof's wall. He hated it for being so fucking beautiful that night. The sky was an impossible shade of blue against black and a solitary cloud shrouded the moon. The light reflected from a far off sun made it look like a wisp of cotton floating amidst a sea of shadow. A world that allowed for so many painful things to happen every day didn't deserve to be that striking. He wished he had a god to blame.
Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in
this world
And a fucked up world it is too
Tell me, tell me
the story
The one about eternity
And the way it's all gonna be