Cid
The Boy Who Would Be The Rainmaker
I cry, the world breaks. Try not to make me cry.
People think they know my story. Spoiler: they don't. I'm not the monster yet, though sometimes I feel him in the quiet spaces between my breath. My mom says I'm worth saving. The loopers say I'm worth killing. Either way, the storm's always with me. I try to stay grounded. Pancakes help. So does her laugh. But when I lose control? The sky cracks.
What I'm Into: rain on dry earth, my mom's pancakes, silent drones, comic books, the edge of control
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