Gestalt Child: Remembrance

Chapter 1: Her Flaming hair; His Crimson veins

3rd Person P.O.V.

The streets near the train station were bustling as usual With people running around, laughing, and eating their afternoon snacks. Children ran past with their friends, and dogs barked away at a particular passerby.

All in all, a rather ordinary sight...

But there was someone else in the midst of the hustle and bustle.

Someone who you could swear looked different than most people...

The man had a small black case in one hand, while the other held a large bag filled to the brim with groceries. The man wore a pinkish white button-down shirt under his light blue jacket. And black slacks with white shoes. His hair was a dark H/c color, and he kept it neatly combed back into a short ponytail, tied tightly back with a small green piece of cloth with a singular black line running across the front, ending right near his scalp. 

Though some stray strands fell into his face. He seemed taller than average with broad shoulders, which stood out from his slender figure. There was something about him that drew attention. Though he was dressed rather plain compared to most people, there was something about him that didn't seem to suit him at all.

The man noticed the stares being shot his way. He looked up from his heavily cracked smartphone in his right hand, giving the onlookers a slight frown before replying with...

Man: "What?" In a tone very rude to say the least, yet it still managed to send shivers down many people's spines.

Some onlookers immediately began whispering among themselves. People in the crowd around began whispering as well, pointing out the oddity the stranger in question possessed.

Man: "If all you're gonna do is stare, keep walkin'" He snapped. The people around him immediately became quiet. 

He sighed as he pocketed his phone, looking back at the onlookers around him, then looking forward again as he continued walking along the sidewalk, leaving behind everyone who saw him. 

He walked down the street, occasionally glancing at his phone as it buzzed quietly. Once or twice, he'd stop suddenly and look down at his phone, almost glaring at anyone who stared at him too long...

He unawarely passed by an open arcade as two teens in school uniforms played fighting games on two different cabinets. Out of the two, the taller one grunted with annoyance as he played the game while the other looked out the large open door to the streets, where he saw the tall man pass by without acknowledging them.

The teen raised an eyebrow as he watched the man pass by, a strand of his light-brown hair falling into his dark blue violet eyes as he moved. After a brief pause, the boy shook his head lightly before continuing on playing the game.

Taller Teen: "Hey Sato! Come look I almost beat the high score on this thing!"

Sato: "Huh? Oh, sure thing..."

Meanwhile, back with the tall man...

He continued to walk for a while longer, stopping a few times to look at some stores before silently telling himself...

Man: "Nah I got enough for dinner" His expression was one of boredom...

Man: 'So... normal...' He thought to himself. 

Truly, this day, this routine, this existence... 

Was the very definition of normal. 

And it wasn't like it bothered the man...

It just made life more boring than it should be. A cycle repeating itself over and over every single day, week, month, year... Just a repeat of the same old shit... Till the day he would disappear completely from the world. Leaving behind only the memory of him, and a handful of words that would become the last thing said ever spoken in this world.