(one hand. that's all it takes to count the number of people important in apollo's life. now it doesn't even take that. will he even have enough friends to count someday? clay promised never to leave him after learning about his past. a lot of good that did. the only promise clay ever broke, and it was the one apollo wanted him to keep the most. like some cruel twist of fate.
how long would mr. wright be in his life? trucy? klavier? when would they leave? a year, two, five from now? there's no permanence in his life. everything is always changing, something is always being lost. little pieces of apollo are strewn about the world, with no chance of ever finding their way back to him. parts of his life crumble, falling through the cracks of the world, never to be seen again. friends, loved ones, coworkers, associates. all of them vanish without a trace, leaving apollo with only memories.
he would normally find klavier gavin comforting him a freak of nature. sure, he and the prosecutor were on civil terms. hell, apollo would even dare to call him a friend. but he never expected klavier to be the one to pick him up when he's fallen, keep him together enough to prevent him from breaking apart entirely. but he doesn't care. he can't care, because klavier is here right now, when apollo needs someone who even remotely understands this pain. and there's just... something about trucy that makes him want to stand strong in front of her.
so he'll be weak now. he'll be weak and cry and sob and wail and open his heart to the one supporting him. he shakes his head, denying klavier's words, denying the meaning behind them. all of it. he just can't accept all of it.) Yeah, I know it'll be fine. But this is right now, and it sucks! Right now hurts! I'm not strong at all, if I was, I wouldn't be like this! I wouldn't have shut myself away from the world and I would've made an effort to live for Clay like I promised!
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how long would mr. wright be in his life? trucy? klavier? when would they leave? a year, two, five from now? there's no permanence in his life. everything is always changing, something is always being lost. little pieces of apollo are strewn about the world, with no chance of ever finding their way back to him. parts of his life crumble, falling through the cracks of the world, never to be seen again. friends, loved ones, coworkers, associates. all of them vanish without a trace, leaving apollo with only memories.
he would normally find klavier gavin comforting him a freak of nature. sure, he and the prosecutor were on civil terms. hell, apollo would even dare to call him a friend. but he never expected klavier to be the one to pick him up when he's fallen, keep him together enough to prevent him from breaking apart entirely. but he doesn't care. he can't care, because klavier is here right now, when apollo needs someone who even remotely understands this pain. and there's just... something about trucy that makes him want to stand strong in front of her.
so he'll be weak now. he'll be weak and cry and sob and wail and open his heart to the one supporting him. he shakes his head, denying klavier's words, denying the meaning behind them. all of it. he just can't accept all of it.) Yeah, I know it'll be fine. But this is right now, and it sucks! Right now hurts! I'm not strong at all, if I was, I wouldn't be like this! I wouldn't have shut myself away from the world and I would've made an effort to live for Clay like I promised!