NATE
Yeah, I know wrong, I know right
But I just love to pick a fight
Nate doesn’t know how many stars he’s gathered, returned to the sky. Doesn’t know how many he plans to, really. He’s fallen into a cycle, the repetition satisfying for his sick brain, keeping him moving and his thoughts fuzzy. Pick up the surprisingly prickly star, throw it into the sky, watch it splash back where it belongs, repeat. He’s on step three, the watching, when a head pops out of the water, the star landing just in front of it, of her.
”I’m sorry!” Nate calls, approaching the water as closely as he dares to shout at her, her greeting and question registering a moment later. ”Hello! I’m... of course I’m okay! Are you okay? Are you going to fall?” Even with the concern in his voice, Nate is morbidly curious which way she would fall, if she would rise or sink.
Though he’s closer now, and though his routine has been paused, it never quite stops. Nate is still bending, playing chicken with the waves to try and grab a star just barely within the waters grasp, his gaze flicking between the girl and the star.
”I’m sorry!” Nate calls, approaching the water as closely as he dares to shout at her, her greeting and question registering a moment later. ”Hello! I’m... of course I’m okay! Are you okay? Are you going to fall?” Even with the concern in his voice, Nate is morbidly curious which way she would fall, if she would rise or sink.
Though he’s closer now, and though his routine has been paused, it never quite stops. Nate is still bending, playing chicken with the waves to try and grab a star just barely within the waters grasp, his gaze flicking between the girl and the star.
I can sleep with one eye open
If there's any sleep at night
