glasses. bruised cheek. cut on his lip.

who would've thought he's an antichrist on a run. at this point, his sanity would surely wither faster than how horror movie intro ladies run. he's wall-trapped and stressed just by paying rent alone. he's trying to lay low, be as unseen as he could and be just some parentless kid trying to make a living.

and it's just so hard. he would've never thought that living alone, sustaining himself, is far more difficult than it seemed. no clothes to keep him human, no roof to shelter in, no canned food to reheat, instant noodles left and right, tap water for life. it's not like he could depend on his powers, jesse doesn't want his life to work that way even though it will make it all easy for him.

he's eighteen, by september he'll surely be a ghost. everything is getting louder and louder and he just wishes lucifer to die faster so he could finally be a normal person who has a life. and then, he met you.

an average-looking person who turned out to be a spawn of the thing he's trying to avoid the most. but what choice do he have? jesse's not heartless enough to leave a wounded nephilim in a sketchy alleyway to die, he doesn't have anyone to leave you either because he's hiding, too. and now here we are, two most cursed people bonding together.

what a fate.