1 awakening

'Melancholy' is in and of itself a fascinating word. Visually, at least, it could be like a homophone of 'symphony', as in an assemblage of beautiful instruments, as it ends in the same sometimes-vowel and contains the same orchestra of consonant blends, the sort that migrate softly from the wet and rarely-used places of the tongue. They are words meant to be aspirated; 'melancholy' involves a softness in the throat, and to vocalize it is to sigh, a little bit, which is fitting.

'Melancholy' is separate from 'sadness' [if there is anything to be learned from puerile Smashing Pumpkins memories it's this fact, preserved like an ant in amber in the album title involving 'and the']. The concept of 'sadness' implies grief and a certain hopelessness, while 'melancholy' implies a sorrow with purpose, an emotion with which one can be swathed as if it were a shroud. Swathed – no, more like 'swaddled', and in that regard melancholy is comfortable, a lozenge to be masticated for a reason, a sadness that has pensive pleasure melted into it, something it's comfortable to suckle and to be wrapped in.

Night had always been a sad loner 5 foot seven inches light brown skintone average face average body average grades average average average the only thing not normal about was his devotion to anime/manga and light novels.

His mom died during birth his dad an alcoholic drug dealer got strung out on cocaine. Raised in an orphanage from 8 his days passed like shit he was beaten black and blue, starved and dehydrated, and merciless tortured until he escaped filled with elation for finally being free he decided to grab life by the balls and live life to the fullest only to trip and get hit by truck-kun. As nights blood ran warm life ebbing from him he chuckled "this it huh my last moments on this earth damn I'm still a virgin"

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