Things would have been so much different if Lucio had just chosen someone else to take him to his meeting. It was hard to think that such a little whim could change so much about how you’re feeling. In just a few seconds a day can go from beautiful to terrible. It makes me resent those few moments with every ounce of my being.
The quiet always makes me uneasy. Back in junkertown it was never quiet. Quiet meant trouble, quiet meant death was hiding somewhere, a big terrifying predator licking its chops for the next meal. I can’t stand it. It sounds threatening, makes my chest ache and my breath turn funny. I feel hunted. I hate that feeling. I’d never been in the ocean but i’m pretty sure this is what drowning feels like; frantic breathing and a panicked mind. I need something, a sound. I drum my fingers against the wood of my bed. Good, drums are good. It’s still too quiet though.
“I need you to know that, like the sky is blue and that grass is green, I love you.”
Damn this is cute as hell. >//<;; Though at the “I need you to know that, like the sky is blue and that grass is green, I love you.” that is also noted in the pic your other fan made my mind was saddened and thought “But the sun will set and the sky will change. Grass dies… How long until your love changes and fades away too?” And it was sad but gods- this was a fun read and so cute. That self doubt though in Junkrat, gods, so good and relatable.
I am Terra 