❛ No, I don’t —
I’ve rebuilt myself on the ruins of the past. ❜
█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ NONCHALANCE &&. APATHY rules his hardened expression, not a vestige of remorse present in his blood-coursed eyes. His broad shoulders loft into a shrug &&. he slips on a shirt, cloth hiding bare skin and the long gash that cleaved his chest…
Gray has grown throughout the years.
It was not HAPPINESS that stained his past, not joy that blemished the fabric of his memories —— but time still moves forwards &&. he has left it behind ( even if people still saw the shackles around his feet ). It doesn’t make his history any less important, any less painful – no, Gray merely harbors his own STRENGTH. It was HE that saved himself before the past engulfed him whole.
HE LIVES IN the present.
The past could stay in the past. He already knew what it was like to SUFFOCATE in the agony of ❛ could have ❜ &&. ❛ should have ❜ — knew the harrowing existence of WHAT IF reigning over him. He had been taunted with his loss, his mistakes. He had been forced to stand against it with gritted teeth &&. bloody knuckles…
—— & he had won.
Speculation of what the future brings; he does not bother.
Gray lives in the here &&. NOW. He does not care how much time he has left or how much time he had used — all that matters to him is how he utilizes his minutes.
