[ Okay!! Fia can catch him staring down at a memory. I can give you multiple mems if you want them and I'd be fine with it. ]
Memory! ver. charity[ There's a guy who looks like a regular guy in his early twenties with mostly orange hair that faded into brown with a bit of black roots that start to grow. He looks normal, just your average university student. His eyes are normal--dark dark brown, almost black.
"Here. I hope this helps."
He's seen giving some money to a homeless person with a cardboard sign on their lap as they sit on a wheelchair.
The next day, he sees the same person again with the sign.
"Here. I hope this helps."
He gives them some more. They look delighted. They have a nice little chat and part ways. It's time for class, after all. He can't be held up.
The next day, he sees the same person, complaining of hunger. He asks him what they ate. In a moment of frustration, they blurt out that they spend it on cigs, because they can't handle living in this world and need to cope. Okay. That's fair, he thinks. He gives him some money again, because he wanted to make them feel better. Charity. They're in need. He has money. It's only right to give them some while they go through a hard time.
And again.
And again.
Back in the condo where he lives with his sister, she asks him during dinner that she makes for them once a week due to her busy scheduling--
"... You look like you're starving. Did something happen?"
He shakes his head no. Nothing happened. He's just helping. He wants to see them happy eventually. They'll just to wait out this hard time.
He gives his money to the homeless person who never tries to get better.
He gives his time to people who never keep their appointments.
He gives his affection to people who don't care about him.
He gives his effort to people who won't ever look his way.
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Memory! ver. charity
[ There's a guy who looks like a regular guy in his early twenties with mostly orange hair that faded into brown with a bit of black roots that start to grow. He looks normal, just your average university student. His eyes are normal--dark dark brown, almost black."Here. I hope this helps."
He's seen giving some money to a homeless person with a cardboard sign on their lap as they sit on a wheelchair.
The next day, he sees the same person again with the sign.
"Here. I hope this helps."
He gives them some more. They look delighted. They have a nice little chat and part ways. It's time for class, after all. He can't be held up.
The next day, he sees the same person, complaining of hunger. He asks him what they ate. In a moment of frustration, they blurt out that they spend it on cigs, because they can't handle living in this world and need to cope. Okay. That's fair, he thinks. He gives him some money again, because he wanted to make them feel better. Charity. They're in need. He has money. It's only right to give them some while they go through a hard time.
And again.
And again.
Back in the condo where he lives with his sister, she asks him during dinner that she makes for them once a week due to her busy scheduling--
"... You look like you're starving. Did something happen?"
He shakes his head no. Nothing happened. He's just helping. He wants to see them happy eventually. They'll just to wait out this hard time.
He gives his money to the homeless person who never tries to get better.
He gives his time to people who never keep their appointments.
He gives his affection to people who don't care about him.
He gives his effort to people who won't ever look his way.
He gives
and gives
and gives.
Hyunjung Kang wonders what does he have left. ]
"Stupid."