Originally Posted by
Gl❀w
He missed the grit and grime and even mildew of the darker corners of the city; he missed the lack of social calls he once enjoyed, inasmuch as he enjoyed anything about his place in the world. He could walk through the dilapidated streets and witness those deemed as undesirables keeping visitors away with their mere presence. He didn't really miss the creaking springs of the worn couch or the precarious stability of his other furnishings, but he couldn't rightly say he didn't long for what they represented. Solitude. Isolation. Peace.