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☂| Her eyes gazed up to the sky. The clouds covering the sky were a dark grey, and air around her was beginning to get a tad bit chilly, the wind picking up around her.

"I guess... its going to rain" she says, holding her journal close as she walked out the door. 

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☂| A bit of sadness washed over her, and she hoped he wouldn't notice. She was curious to know just what caused him to close himself off from the world. Then again, she was in the same position a few years ago... and it was hard for her to get out of it. She remembered harvesting great hate for people, how they would always hurt her, use her, call her names. She had become so afraid that it would happen again and again that she shut herself off from the world completely. Barely speaking a word, nearly becoming a mute before she was shone one spec of kindness. Kindness that would continue to help move forward no matter what. 

"You're right" she agreed, "This world is ugly..." she began, her eyes narrowing a bit as she remember the countless times she had been beaten in the streets. She supposed that was what happened when you steal food. But it was either steal food or die of starvation. "But..." she looked up at him, her eyes softening as she spoke. "I think you've been closing your eyes for too long. Sometimes, the most beautiful things are the most damaged. Much like the earth, look at all the houses, the streets, the people, most of nature is slowly being torn away... but if you look closely, you can see where Nature leaves its mark." She pointed to stone path that rest before them, the bits of grass growing in between the cracks. Things have a way of shining in its own unique way. It was one of the things she treasured, something she never wanted to be blind to.

She had begun to worry a bit, perhaps she was talking a bit too much. She didn't know if he thought she was weird for saying such things, or if he didn't care but she couldn't help what she felt. She thought that maybe.. she could help him see that the world isn't so bad. His question threw her off though, and her hands immediately went to clutch the journal in her lap.

Could she show him? Her journal was like a diary... her deepest secrets lay within the pages, as well as her passions. Poetry, her thoughts on humanity, the people shes observed. Would he really be interested in that? Could she share something so personal? What if he made fun of her? Thought it was silly, what would she do then? She felt her anxiety getting the best of her. He was nice enough to show his.... would he be upset if she said no? 

"U-Um.. Just.." she was scared now. 

  ♥ ▫ ▫ ▫ Love. A petty topic. He wrote about it because he lacked it. The person whom to be thought of as his special person didn’t seem to think about him the same way.. Though he wouldn’t dote on it as of now. “This world is ugly. To strip people of their happiness— to be left with the remnants of a single puddle." He scowled a bit. However, he was quite unaware of the other party’s situation as well. They both to have been betrayed, but had such different view-points in their life. It was alarming to hear such a girl speak in such a kind tone about ‘love.’ It was never anything special to him, nor did anyone feel it for him. 

There wasn’t much of good memories for him. He prayed that she wouldn’t ask more about it now that he’s brought it up. Ah— he watched the girl extend her hand. A.. handshake? And her name was Evelyn. “Mm, likewise.." He hesitated when grabbing the hand. His hand only shook fiercely— oh how he hasn’t touched another’s hand since he got lost in the midst of a crown of people during a concert and got separated from his brother. They held hands the rest of the concert— But that was another story.

He wasn’t exactly clear on what to do with this girl. He’d shown her his little notebook— and she took a great interest. She understood a lot of the words but.. he was curious about her. Should he has? Though, she seemed a bit more protective over her stuff unlike him.

"What.. what do you write?" He looked away for a second with a light pink tint on his cheeks. It was embarrassing. There’s a lot of secrets she could have— and perhaps he was invading that privacy.

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One to five I'm half alive,

Six to nine I'm out of line.

Ten to twelve I'm not myself.

By the millionth time...I cry

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☂| Evelyn could feel her heart fluttered, like it had sprouted wings and was just flying about inside her chest. Was this what it felt like to actually talk with someone and not run away? To have the courage to talk freely with someone instead of hiding in the shadows not wanting to be noticed. If so, then she liked this feeling. It was strange and it was a bit frightening but she found herself enjoying every second of this simply conversation. She could not hide the smile gracing her features and her eyes only seemed to brighten when she got the blush on his cheeks. Did he find her words flattering? Oh she hoped so. 

She listened intently to his words, listening to his story. "Love... is a troublesome feeling, but no matter how painful it can be.. when you're in love its a feeling that cannot be ignore" she explained. She had only ever experienced love once, and she had been ready to give everything up to be with him. Of course fate was not so kind...stripping her of her love and her innocence.

She was curious as to what made this man so cold. She knew of the worlds cruelness, she was beaten countless times on the streets, having to steal for food back when she was still struggling to find a place to live. However... compassion was something she held onto through all of it. There were ugly people in this world... but not everyone bore a battered heart. "You may not have loved her... but I do think you cared an awful lot" she extended a hand towards him, she had seen other people do this and learned it was an done to show friendliness and respect. She thought she would give it a try.

"My name is Evelyn, its really nice to meet you"

♥ ▫ ▫ ▫ It felt like she really did understand what she was writing, not to mention the part about where she mentions ‘he loves this woman’. There wasn’t anyone particularly in his life that he could call someone he loved, but  there was someone whom he cherished feelings for aside from it all. Though, his great dislike for humanity himself stopped him from ever saying anything. He wouldn’t call these feelings ‘love’ either. Perhaps.. more of just a warm feeling. In his mind, it was helpless. What he spoke about love, when he wrote about love— it was all his meaningless feelings he didn’t know how to describe. There was a lot of it built up in him, and he didn’t know what it meant. Though.. there was some warmth for a certain someone he knew.

Looking away, he tried to hide the light blush on his cheeks. Nobody ever thought the cold hearted prince felt anything aside from pain itself. But, she thought different.. it was quite nice. “Mmh, I would say I loved her, but perhaps had a more familiar feel of her. She was different— and I couldn’t come to dislike her than most other people." He never spilled his heart out before— let alone to a stranger. But, she had a feel that was close to his own. Maybe she would be someone he could also consider a ‘friend.’

Speaking quietly, he muttered out, “My name’s Ruin."

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☂| Evelyn leaned back a bit in her seat, her eyes quickly darting away from at his response. Did she upset him? Oh no, she didn't mean to do that, she was sure people loved compliments.. oh but everyone was different. Perhaps that was just something he didn't like? Her turned her head away, followed by a mumbled "S-Sorry.." 

It was silent for a moment, but her attention was soon fixed on him once more as he rummaged through his bag. She was curious as to what he would be looking for and before she knew she was being handed a song in the making. Blinking she took it in her hands, her eyes eager to read the words, or rather for her mind to bring the lyrics to life. There was a soft smile across her face as the melody danced along in her head. "Its beautiful, but there is a bit of sadness to it.. making it so much more meaningful" she told him, her index finger traced over the last two lines, her eyes softening.

"Yes, I can feel how much he loves this woman."

♥ ▫ ▫ ▫ Ruin could only avert his gaze from the girl as he complimented her. He was, indeed, embarrassed, but he didn’t need the compliments. As usual, he went ahead and bluntly stated what was in his mind, “I appreciate the compliments, but I do not need them. They are unnecessary and will not push me to do any more than I already have done. I’ll survive without the compliments." He sighed a bit, leaning back on the bench. He didn’t understand people— loving him, complimenting him. What was the point, exactly?

He rummaged through his bag once more to look for a certain notebook he always wrote in. There was something he wanted to show the girl— as he noticed she liked to read the song lyrics more than the poems. They seemed to catch her eye more and give her more expression. Removing a pink notebook, he flipped through the pages until he found an unfinished song lyric he wanted to show the other. “Maybe— you’d like this.." The title of it was called “Helpless but Love." Only more than a few lines were written, but it seemed like it was worked on hard due to many lines that were erased and rewritten again.

♥ ▫ ▫ ▫ To the you that saw me, I love that gaze of yours, That you only noticed me, And that I only wished I could be.

I saw your movements, small and fragile, I only hoped to hold you one day.

Please do not forget the words we shared for I may Disappear one day.

You couldn’t do much, And I wasn’t much help too, But I saw the gleam in your eyes, And I loved the things that you do.

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☂| Her eyes widened, and she simply stared at the boy. She knew he wanted her to take a look, but no one had ever asked her to look at something for them, well, no one ever spoke to her in general. She gave a tiny nod, her fingers grasping hold of the papers as she drew them near to her. Her head titled a bit as she began to read what was written. Evelyn found herself enjoying his writing, some were romantic, and some were really cute. 

She let out a soft giggle when she noticed the little drawings and of course the style of the paper. It was really cute, she had never seen anything quite like it before. When she finished the last page she looked up back at the male, her hands holding the papers for him to take back. "Y-Your writing..." her voice was soft, "Its very good, I felt really calm reading it." This of course was no lie, she felt herself grow calm with each word she read, the song lyrics she enjoyed reading the most, thinking up a tune in her head and sang along as she read silently. It wasn't everyday she meant someone who enjoyed writing like her.

♥ ▫ ▫ ▫ “Mm," he nodded quietly back to the girl. In his head, he was debating whether or not to show her his journal— although it’d be a bad idea, and also against his law. So perhaps not. He could tell her about it, though. Then he remembered some loose sheets of paper he’d been writing on since yesterday during lectures. Ruin rummaged through his bag to look for such things— and found them! He handed them off to the girl— “I tend to write things like that."

The papers were muddled with short song lyrics and different types of poetry. Some of it also had little drawings beside them to match the mood of what was written. Looking back at the papers as he handed them to her, his eye twitched. It was his Rilakkuma paper— ripped right out of his notebook. He prayed to god she would pay no mind to it. He sighed, and tried to keep his composure. Hopefully she’d talk about what she writes about; afterall, he was interested to hear other people’s thoughts.

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☂| She took a deep breath when she took her seat, shifting a bit every once and while as she sat next to him. Her heart was racing, as she was afraid to be near people sometimes. Being so close made her feel like she was suffocating and she got the feeling the male did not appreciate her seating next to him. Her fingers clutching her journal as she tried to calm herself, she found herself trying to hold her breath... feeling as if her breathing were too loud and disturbing him. Oh she really did think too much. 

It wasn't until he spoke that she was lifted from her anxiety. She turned to see him, her eyes darting back and forth from him to her journal. Curious he was? She smiled gently, feeling herself ease a bit. Perhaps she would be fine, she just needed to relax. Her hand brushed the cover of her journal, "Y-Yes" she answered stuttering a bit, still a bit nervous. "Do you?"

♥ ▫ ▫ ▫ Still out of it— do I make curry or fish. Ah, the bench moved. No, no, someone sat ne— Someone sat next to him. Ergh, a girl. Why did she decide to sit next to him; there are plenty of benches in this park. He turned his attention to examine her. His face turned into that of a half-scowl. Still, why did she have to sit here? Then, he noticed a small journal in her hands. It piqued his interest.

Turning his body slightly to look at her properly, he got a bit of a shy feel around her. He hates girls like that the most. Then again what didn’t he hate about people? Even himself, he hated the tidbits he did. Opening his mouth, he bluntly stated to the girl next to him, “Do you write?" It was a bit out there, but he was curious, and he wanted to satisfy that curosity.

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☂| The female strolled along, her journal pressed tightly against her chest as she walked along down the streets. Her desired location, the park. It wasn't a big park, it was rather small, and sometimes they children playing there would throw off her concentration, but it wasn't something she hated. The laughs and imagination of the children often gave her inspiration to write different things.  

Upon reaching her destination... she realized there was someone there. That's my spot... she was half tempted to turn around, look for a different area but she knew it would be pointless. Well.. there was no harm in sitting next to him  she supposed, she needed to build up the courage to talk to strangers, otherwise she would never make any friends. Nodding she makes her way to the bench, glancing over at the other before taking a seat next to him. 

everlasting-sorrow invaded your personal space.

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☂| It was a rather nice day out, perhaps she would take a stroll through the streets. It would be a waste if she stayed in all day. 

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[So I've come up with a twist in Evelyn's timeline. Shes bound to her emotions, she doesn't trust easily but she does believe in the good in people, despite their wrong deeds. But she is driven by fear her entire life, always afraid to make a move, to take a chance, and it keeps her from living a normal life. 

Well, I haven't decided what it will be.. but she will be in a tormenting situation that will completely break her, to the point where she can feel nothing but pain, and guilt from it and she'll forget how to function. At which point causes her chain to lock away her emotions to keep from spiraling out of control. Evelyn will then become cold-hearted, not being able to feel anything she will be reckless, uncaring, and just the complete opposite of what she was before.]

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☂| Spring.

She breathed in the fresh air as she laid out in the grass, arms spread out as her journal rested on her belly. Eyes closed as a soft tune escaped her lips. She felt like she was alone in the world, just her and the nature surrounding her, leaving her to do whatever she pleased. She felt like a character in the books she read, she felt real, even for the shortest amount of time. 

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☂| He seemed strange to her, someone who wasn't quite fond of people. That was a given, very quiet, he didn't seem like he spoke much. That was something she could relate to at least. She rarely spoke herself, rarely ever seeing sunlight unless she managed to drag herself outside. 

She hesitates a bit at his question, flinching a bit as if his words were going to hurt her somehow. Really Evie, grow a back bone. 

"E-Eve-" she paused, choking up on her own words. She cleared her throat, feeling entirely embarrassed now. "Evelyn De'more"

♕} Who was this young woman? The Baskerville looks hard and long upon her face, failing to recall having ever seen her before — not even in passing.

I sense—

Glen foregoes returning her greeting properly in favor of posing a question.

“Who are you?”

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☂| She blinks, feeling hot of all sudden. Should she speak first? He was incredibly intimidating, then again.. everyone was to her.

"Erm..H-Hi"

♕} Pointedly stares back.

Staaaaaaaaaaare.

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☂| Awkwardly stares.

♕} And so the Baskercactus cometh.