Neighbors in Trust’s apartment would have said harassing rumors or negative things about his keeping a pet, and the footage that the security got of him finding a way through the roof and spending time with his five crows. Though it was a deviant activity, he was not a teenager with an unusual history nor a citizen of C-city with a bad record to clean. Sure this activity was neither something bad, just eerily peculiar, it did not stop Trust from finding a way to charm and slip his way out of being the “weirdo” of their complex.
Betts was more the weirdo, for some bizarre reason, just for spending time out the window and watching the city go by at two in the morning. A few residents spied her with her messy bed hair while she watched the ground like a hawk, then look at the sky, doing this for one hour until she shut their window hard. The echoing slam was even heard by Trust when he arrived home to her greeting him a “welcome back.”
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hi, Nate here too soon of an intermission, i know. heheheh. just an update. i've struggled with my health the past few days, and it got a bit bad three / four days ago. so i had to rest for the while, i couldn't update well. i'm sorry if i haven't updated the latest side story of Imago and Mirror, but i'm coming back to writing again. having hypertension at thirty-plus years of age is kind of common but very scary, especially for the kind of person i am. love to say i'm reliable all of the time, and the worldd is my fuel but my energy source and ways to be healthy is limited to a lot of things. for now, i'm going to continue posting the story the best way i can. again, thank you if you're still here and reading or passing by. just passing by and giving my story a try is such a grateful thing for me. signing out@AcrimonyNate
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