i can't say revenge is always good because there always that doubt in your mind asking you if what you did was worth it or not. what i should've done was kill mr adams because then he wouldn't be able to even sin again. but no, he'll wake up from his unconsciousness and carry on his day to day life like he would. but he would go to his office and find his spotless white walls sprayed with the blood red colour to represent impurity contrasting against angel like pure white.
"people love their sins, they love what makes them evil." i heard him once say in an interview and at the time i didn't understand what he meant by those words. until just recently. but when my mother, safaa and i moved into the new house, i could finally call it home. it wasn't rented it was our own and i was proud of it. penelope and i... we didn't last. i wanted her to be happy, of course. but we were from two different societies and it was just like the lady and the tramp. you can take the man away from the rough past but you can't take the rough past away from the man. it makes us who you are. we were so different, and it just wouldn't work out between us. my heart belonged to natalia rose and all those years ago she took my heart with her. my penis is with penelope though, if she wants it. doubt it, bet she's married to some prince right now.
but what surprised me was three years after my mother and little sister had moved into our new house there was a knock on the door and the person knocking was someone i barely recognised. with hair now short and dyed dark her blue eyes were bigger with a wider knowledge of the world. her fashion was still on point and that would never change, as long as she was forever rich. my taxes paid for her to be this way.
"hi, i just remembered i have to take safaa to be a princess for the day." penelope shows me her deep dimples in her cheeks and i realise how stupid i am to think my heart can love again, and how dumb i was to think my penis was the biggest softy. my heart beat again after natalia, and i bet she was smiling down from the heavens above. maybe she was content i was finding love again, after years of hate.
and with that moment, i kissed her. forgetting the barrier between the poor and the rich and forgetting the hierarchy in life, we're all equal in the eyes of god anyway.
society just fucks us up.
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money doesn't make the world go around and money doesn't make you happy; people does. surround yourself around people who are genuine, lovely, positive people rather then be around lazy pessimistic people because they'll only be letting you down. don't be afraid of love either. it'll hit you one day and you should embrace it because it's inevitable. leap at every opportunities you get because you never know when its your last. also live life there is no tomorrow, to the full extent. don't dwell in the past. the future isn't scary its exciting, be happy, smile at strangers because you never know if could be their highlight of their whole day. most importantly...
MAKE SURE TO ALWAYS WAIT FOR THE GREEN MAN WHEN CROSSING THE ROAD AND LOOK LEFT AND RIGHT.
[that is all, thank you so much for reading. comment,vote&fan for the last time. ily x.]
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