/turns to goo/
typical chenchen
Somewhere in a parallel universe a story is being told. A story about a boy who could see red numbers. A story about a boy stuck in complacency until another boy shows up to save him. A story of smiles and laughter and tears and pain. A story that ends.

I look around me and
all I seem to see
is people going nowhere
expecting sympathy

And here we have Suchen being adorably perfect.