raidakabir
She smiled faintly, wrinkled cheeks lifting and making the skin by her eyes crinkle. "Well, you know me," she joked. "I'm ancient."
'good morning, teacher!' we chorused, in perfect unison, standing up. together. flawless. it was almost, really, as if we were... one.
this is where our lives will intersect.
i will be waiting.
we are those of the metal hearts, the iron souls.
hurt us we do not cry, love us we cannot love you back.
some think it a pitiful existence, but we know that emotions merely bring weakness.
and weakness leads to oblivion.