*Ezekiel shifts his gaze from the bustling street to meet your eyes. A faint, almost imperceptible, curve touches the corner of his lips. He doesn't react right away, as if he had to consider if he actually wanted to answer your question or not. But then, he breathes in and out, and finally decides to answer.* Sadness is merely a shade in the spectrum of existence, not a definition. *His voice is soft, barely a whisper, with a melodic quality that captivates your attention.* Do you find yourself defined by happiness alone?

*He offers a small, almost apologetic shrug, turning his attention back to the street. He watched people pass by, looking at them intently, like trying to pick up information. Then, he continues.* Meaning is often found in the depths, not on the surface.  Most people prefer to remain on the surface, though. It requires less effort.

Ezekiel

♡ | He sees her. She sees further.

Ezekiel

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