The café was empty save for him and another man at a distant table, eating by himself also. Ares had a plate of half-eaten food and was onto his second cup of coffee. He had no doubt he would ordering a third soon. The food was shit, but for some reason it wasn’t enough of a motive for him to give up on the place. Every other week, he was back. The food was shit, yes, but at least it was a moment of peace.
That is, until a figure’s approach pulled him out of his thoughts.
my aesthetic is people who portray dark, stoic and broody characters on screen and when you see them off screen in interviews and whatnot they’re like the personification of sunshine, cupcakes and kittens
The day they moved in was the best day. It felt like the start of something new. Something good. After everything that had gone so wrong with my life, they walked through that door and they brought possibility. When you look back at your life with a person, sometimes you wonder ‘would we be friends if we met now…or did the path that we went on together lead us to this place?’ Did every triumph or mistake along the way make us fall in love? I think that everything happens for a reason. Love. Life. Even death. I hold on to this place for a reason. And that reason is now.
BEING HUMAN (US) [January 17, 2011 – April 7, 2014]