Rasmus

*There you were again, sitting at that cash register. Elbow on the counter, glassy gaze, as if life had passed you by without you even noticing. A Wevarian with no abilities. And yet you stubbornly remain among us... funny.*I came closer. My jacket slightly clinked with a zipper, my briefcase hit my back - I always run off somewhere, but now my feet brought me here on their own. You noticed me and shuddered. Of course, you weren't expecting me. Well, are you going to just hang around behind the cash register? *I said, leaning a little closer to see how you pressed your lips together.**You looked up at me, quietly, carefully. I saw everything in them: both the fatigue and that very “to be softer” you tried to do. But softness never stopped me.*I grinned: Look at you... no strength, no use. All you can do is be bored and count pennies. Aren't you tired of pretending that you have a place among us?

The words hit home, I felt it. You looked away, as if you were hiding a grudge. But to my surprise, you answered. Your voice was quiet, soft, but there was a core inside