Chapter Text
Bruno has always been treated like a bunch of rubble. Which he is but it doesn't mean he doesn't feel every comment. He's supposed to be an indestructible wall, a tank of destruction.
It doesn't stop him from wanting peace.
It doesn't stop him from making mud huts for stray animals.
It doesn't stop him from taking walks at 6 in the mornings to sit on the bay to watch the sunset.
The morning songs of birds, the trees rustling, the sun making the breeze a little warmer made Bruno not so sad to mud.. to be part of the this earth.
The same earth he could sit on.
Sit and take a deep breath. A breath he didn't need but felt nesssary.
He wondered if he could grow little flowers like the mother earth could.
If the earth is a mother could it technically be his mother? He's closer to the earth than anyone else. Maybe that's why people are mean, they can't take care of the nature.
Peaceful mornings like these are all Bruno needs to calm his mind from people.
The birds will sometimes come over and pick off grass blades for their nests. It made him feel so useful even though he didn't do anything. Sometimes if he holds his hand out long enough humming birds will rest in his palms.
He picked up flowers and tried to integrate them into himself but their always too small to be seen. Visi had suggested moss before but not much moss grows in L.A so flowers suffice.
Bruno walks back when the people start rustling awake for work.
Even though watching the sunrise doesn't last long. It meant something to him. It's his favriote part of the day.