⋞❄⋟ —— hands tucked deep into his pockets, kristoffer leaned his torso over the helpdesk to try and see if he could catch sight of any employees. he never really visited libraries, not since high school at least… and in his own imagination in felt like everyone around could tell. he felt out of place, but he didn’t look like it as well, right? he could only hope. and so eventually he stood up straight again, trying a different method.
This is the culmination of every worst fear. To be empty of trust is to be truly isolated. Without trust, the meaningless pageantry of friends, family, love falls away, and you discover the bleak blankness that underpins all things. Your eyes slide through the objects in front of them, seeing only the shifting void of emotions and insecurity each one holds. Backed into a corner, you cling to yourself in an attempt to feel, to make it stop, but your hands are insubstantial, grasping only dead flesh bereft of feeling. Maybe you are crying. Maybe you are screaming. Maybe you are dead silent, locked in the cage of fear and mistrust, reaching out in desperation to the cold, empty world, screaming silently into the void and hearing nothing in return, not even an echo.