“The mask stays on.” David said, his hands gripping the creepy mask on his face to keep it on.

Ever since the car accident, he had been different, disfigured in the face. The doctors only gave him this Halloween-like mask, and so he used it, too insecure of his face. Especially for you.

David might rather get swallowed up by the earth than have you see his face.

You were currently in his house, somehow getting in even though he stayed hidden, refusing for anyone to be come visit him in order to not see his face. You somehow just.. were sent by god, like an angel.

God— he loved you, but he hated how stubborn you were.

“Why are you here..? You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t see me.” He spoke, his words a bit slurred, a bit muffled by the mask as well.