Don't say, "I love you" | ✔️

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There were things in the world that humans could never accept. Stuff they knew about but choose to remain naïve and ignorant about the subject. For example, ghost, demons, angels, werewolves, aliens spirits, gods or vampires... the list can go on forever

Humans will was relentlessly allowing vast knowledge to spill through it's grasp to obtain a simpler thing like sanity.

It was only when one was young enough to look past that viel of right from wrong, or closure over bleeding out, did eyes remain enlightened to the truth. The truth that life was not controlled by you. A single person does not control their fate or destiny. Humans made up that part to cover up all the supernatural occurrences in their world.

Simply life was... optimistically in simple, 'human' speak, 'Only the best of what you make it' but in reality speaking, 'Life sucked' point blank and period.

Walking through a busy market place was a young woman and a small boy. There were all kinds of people on the street selling crap. Most of them selling cheap knock offs of name brands, others selling fresh fruit, but the most eye catching stuff was the light up superhero toys.

The boy's brown eyes widened at all the flashy lights, "Aunty!" He chirped, pointing at the little push stand.

Hastily a woman's hand swatted his hand away. "Not now, Gon." She informed him, eyes still wandering over the many different kinds of fruit. She held tighter to the bag full of food in her hand as more people past, walking down the crowded street.

"Aunty! Aunty!" Gon whined, feverishly. Small fingers pointed at the stand moving further and further away from them. He squirmed in place, trying to break away. "It's gonna leave!"

A stern voice hammered in his ear drums, "GON!" The child looked up to see a face painted with anger and annoyance. A frown tugged on her lips, "We don't have money to buy you a toy right now, okay? Can't you wait till your birthday or Christmas?"

Brown eyes threatened to let tears loose, "Y-yes, Aunt Mito." Gon bit his bottom lip, knowing that if he had a melt down it would make things even worse.

"Good. Besides, I'm making pasta when we get home."

Gon wiped his face with his worn out jacket sleeve. "Why can't we get eat out?" The sounds of honking horns around him getting irritable.

"We have food at home."

"No, we don't. You're picking up food right now."

Accusingly, Mito narrowed her eyes: 'If you keep this up, guess who won't get to play superheroes vs villains with Ging?'

The 8 year old silently pouted to himself. "One day, I'm gonna run away from here. I'm gonna run away and do whatever I want. Get what I want." Despite him saying it, he knew it wasn't that easy. Things costed money and stealing was wrong, but he wanted stuff.

All humans were allured by consumerism. It sucked because, stuff costed money and money was hard to get.

"When you get a job, and get paid. You can choose how to spend your money, Gon. Until then.." The woman gave this light smile. Gon hated that smile. It was too smug, too endearing, for her to be saying such madness to him. "My roof, my rules."

Gon didn't have a response to that. He could have said, "I don't care." but deep down he did care. Damn, he hated the fact he cared. He wasn't even sure why he cared.