Some people are broken, merely because they are.

There is no mystery to unfold, no numbing past, no fiery present, no looming future.

They just are, or just aren't. And the most hilariously unfunny thing is, often no-one can tell.

All they need to do is everything - thaw themselves out, write themselves a pretty story, and play their part. It's not difficult and it's not easy. It just is. Like how they just are.

They themselves are only aware of it through the disconnection between themselves and everything. 

Like feeling a loss for something they've never known or had.

And Zhang Yixing knows.

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A/N - Hello! This was just a realisation for me...and the story will develop with my own lolloping revelations - so please don't have too many high expectations! 

I know it all seems rather cryptic as of this moment, but please help me maintain hope for this thought - comment what you think and expect of it; anything you'd like to see. Just let me know, and I'll see if it'll catalyse the plot (yes, this will be a chaptered fic ^^)

Farewell,

Brown \\(^.^)//