authors note: hey yall how y'all doin omg this week was getting kinda wild i almost got hit by a car in my neighborhood ‼️ i got vaccinated and now i'm gay ‼️ i'm trying not to catch feelings for hot girl summer ‼️ I NEED TO LISTEN TO MEGAN THEE STALLION DOWN WITH FEELINGS UP WITH MY P NIS ‼️ but anyways i hope you guys are staying safe, please look both ways when you cross omg but you guys deserve the world :) <3
about/warnings: based in the 80s, ova akira and ryo, aged up, based off this charming man from the smiths but fuck morrissey stupid whore im gonna beat his ass with a sack of potatoes i hope he's having a TERRIBLE day, hinting of banging at very end
word count: 3000+
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lonesome hillside contained not a single life source, disregarding the quiet plants that none would have ever break into song. with the chilled air satisfying the breeze from the abusive sun as it had finally began to set for it's day of work, flowers would begin to close as it was time for slumber.
the somber hills never doted with an alerting noise, there was quietness, peacefulness, enough to calm a tensed soul in a trance of worry.
dings of a cyclist's bell erupted from the peace of the air, though no one, not even the trees would hear its warning. a young man approaching the steepness of the hill, as obstacles were thrown at one during life, this elevation served as one. though the young man already had so much conflict and question in mind, hands of a substantial weight attempted to push him off of the bike to become scraped and bruise.
a feeling of being held captive in prison his dilemma felt to be, and with the pedaling of his legs rushing through the road seemed to be like he was running away from a guard or police officer. wanted, a criminal he felt to be, it may seem crazy though in the moment only one can just dream and imagine the situation. maybe it was fun being on the run, maybe then you can finally be free and away. there's no evil in wanting to be free, but perhaps leaving everything behind may be the solution of his issues.
no it wouldn't the stupid little nagging voice had ushered it would only cause worse but is that really the truth with something that can feel so natural? instinct of man? oh it was all so confusing for the young man. now contemplating on turning back to head home, maybe then there would be the solution. but then again, he felt as if there were two strings attached by each arm with to ventriloquists yanking him to their sides.
raising a hand off the handle, he had placed his hand in the mullet of hair with the nagging voices overcoming. neither of them helped, and neither of them would aid him from the impact of the ground as the wheel had popped. deflating like a balloon as the balance was now gone.
deflated. broken. lonely was the tattered old bicycle. laying abandoned in wild grass as an unwanted pet, rusted specs of age spotted the steeled parts. old roads sprouted moss, though with time came life as shrubs of weeds emerged tasting the sunlight. the curb was chipped, decrepit with no love shown to the poor stone. akira seated along the curbs as the punctured bicycle had ridiculed him for its wheel to let him down. even with the bike having no soul nor heartbeat, he felt betrayed. the scraps of metal were part of his life for the longest time, now it lay lifeless.
