Another TinCan story you might not want to read. This story starts with the scene where Can rejected Tin. Then it'll jump to a few years later with their lives apart. Don't know where this is headed but that's the gist of the plot.
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Tragic.
His whole life was a series of tragedies coming at him after the other.
A storm coming after a storm.
Bad omen.
Maybe he was the bad luck himself.
It was like the world would build him up just to crash him down again right when he had his feet up in the air already.
The high was never worth the pain.
It was like the devil himself was playing with his life while the angels were just watching, rolling their eyes, doing nothing to help him. The heavens were always ganging up on him, pulling some nasty tricks to make him stumble on the cold hard ground just as soon as he got off his knees.
He would hold on to something, something rigid, something strong enough to carry his weight, but just when he would be able to stand up, the ground would open up without a warning and swallow him whole.
Falling in an endless pit of uncertainties, of regrets, of blind optimism, of agonizing pain, and of nasty scars.
He was going down in flames. It drove him madly insane.
Did he deserve all the hell life gave him?
Were the lemons life had thrown at him still not enough?
Wasn't it too much already?
He was dead inside.
Tears flowing down his cheeks.
Scream. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.
Fuck. Life was fucking the hell out of him. He ran away as far as he could, but he was running in circles, lost in the woods. He was too tired of running away from the ghost of his past just for life to drag him back to that exact same day every single fucking time.
Replays. It was a never-ending loop of flashbacks. He tried to make it stop, to even just pause, but to no avail. Why couldn't he break free from the tight grip of his pasts?
Fears. The day he most dreaded had finally arrived and pulled him down the deepest pit of darkness. The face of that man haunted him, sending shivers down his whole body. It was a convulsive pain, a relentless mock to his face.
"Aackkk--"
He brought his head closer to the toilet bowl as he clung to its side as though his life depended on it.
He didn't know how he was able to go home whole, but he did. Maybe he teleported or something, or maybe not. One second he was in front of Tin, and the next he just found himself running towards the door of their house. Maybe he interrupted some of their neighbors' peaceful sleep because of his fast movements, but he did not care a bit. As soon as he entered their house, he immediately locked the doors and rushed to the bathroom.
