Thread:Hushuzu/@comment-34928186-20180801192903/@comment-28578706-20180802005826

Khafre stood by his father, yet his gaze remained down to his feet listening and waiting. He knew his friend would be somewhere in the party now he was just waiting for her, she was the only one who cared for him shes the only one he knew he could trust. Yet something always pulled at him around her, why she cared for him was always a question he wanted to ask but never did. He always told himself it was because she came around when he was slightly more stronger, then again he remembered having a friend when he was even younger maybe it was all just in his head, maybe his friend wasn't even real and he was standing there bleeding without a care and no one dared to look or respect him because they all thought he was mad, permanently sick.