[ movement from the corner of his burning eyes forces jayce into an immediate stillness. he stops everything, from his feeding to even breathing, feeling a horrid chill freeze the pot of his stomach and rise up his limbs. it's . . .
it was a person. he saw features. generic at best, but there were eyes, and hair— ]
—Wait, [ how many nights did he spend, talking to himself because there was no one? how many nights did he imagine people simply so he wouldn't lose what little of his mind he still had? he doesn't care of the mess he is right now, he swallows whatever food was pressed to his cheek to scramble, ] P-please, wait—
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it was a person. he saw features. generic at best, but there were eyes, and hair— ]
—Wait, [ how many nights did he spend, talking to himself because there was no one? how many nights did he imagine people simply so he wouldn't lose what little of his mind he still had? he doesn't care of the mess he is right now, he swallows whatever food was pressed to his cheek to scramble, ] P-please, wait—