John slowly woke up but he winced when he felt the sudden strike of pain on his head, it was his usual hangover whenever he gobbled up more than one beer. His eyes then slowly focused and saw the dark area of their bookstore, he was lying on the floor with all the shelves around him and the only light that he could see was on the slight gap between the roll-up and the ground. He groaned as he stood and brushed himself off before he pulled the roll up and saw that the sun was just about to rise.
He sighed, he must have lost himself with beers again last night and no longer had the right mind to go home.
He went to the faucet located on the left side of their bookstore where their small garden was located, he washed his face and his arms then went to sweep and arrange the newspaper that was newly delivered for today's date.
"That's all for today John." said the delivery man and went back to his motorbike. But John's eyes lingered on his fleshy trouser, forming his tight legs beneath as well as his shirt. He stood there until the delivery man went off with his masculinity riding his mighty motorbike, just like a male lead in billionaire novels. John had started to read novels about this exaggerated fictional male leads in books and thought of them as something very imaginary but men in reality were awesome if the reader could lower their expectations a bit. John had been eyeing this delivery man because of his built and friendly approach and he couldn't help but always have his eyes stick to his body like glue, well, he was just amazed but head empty.
John snapped his thoughts off when the sun finally hits the street with its vicious line of daylight. Reflecting the old building and its poor dilapidated store. Cars and people started to appear in the street and that was the sign that he needs to fix himself. With the same cloth he had, he just tidied it up and patted some alcohol to wash away the odor of beers, and fixed his soft, loose hair.
He consumed his time sweeping the perimeter of their store after he felt like it's already clean, he proceed on cutting off some dried leaves on their plants in the small garden when suddenly, a voice spoke behind that surprised him that he accidentally cut the flower that he has been tending for months. His eyes widened seeing the flower dropped to the ground, dead and fresh.
His expression was still in a moment of shock as he slowly turned his head to look at the person who never knew how to properly greet an elderly when he stopped. He froze in place seeing that a very handsome man stood behind him. With his black robe and fine suit beneath, he stood agape.
A very fictional character.
But he snapped back when a smile appeared on the man's face, amused with his dumb expression, Wilrin spoke, "Uncle?" he called again.
John nodded vigorously, "Y-Yes, uncle, that's me." He muttered mindlessly seeing that his body wasn't only well-built but also had an awesomely handsome face that was unrivaled! Goodness! Of all the years of praising men, this one was first!
But he held his thumping heart close and raised his head to look at him, "D-Do you want some newspaper?" usually these kinds of men would only stop by to buy daily newspapers and would leave immediately.
"Can I have one?" Wilrin said as he smiled.
"Of course, of course." John then went to take one of the newspapers, flustered on the young man's bright smile, he took one newspaper hanging by the rope outside their entrance and gave it to him, "It's 20 pesos." he said without looking at his eyes.
Wilrin felt something wrong and couldn't help but ask, "Don't you remember me?"
"Ah?" John raised his head to look at him only to be blinded by his good-looking face again and turned his eyes away.
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Purchased a Grave, Good for Two
RomanceJohn was a man passed his prime age working on a worn-out bookstore around the street of their small town, after his divorce from his wife, everything became dull and monotonous in his life. Even though he had admitted that he was homosexual ever s...
