Cover art is not mine credits go to rightful owner and artist.
This story touches on some quite sensitive topics , such as
Sexual assault , self harm , abuse , mental illness, neglect (I will probably add more as I continue writing the story ) so if you do not feel comfortable with such topics then this story is not for you.
A deep sigh had been heard from a young adult , his puffy fluffy beautiful black hair that was what was in trend that reaches about to his neck ( trying to make this sound poetic, so pathetic it's hard okay so if you want to judge me in the comments go ahead.) his big dark brown eyes that seem to be lost in another world, they seem to be dead as there was no glimmer of excitement that most young adults have since life is just about to start . He was seen to be wearing a white button down as you could kind of make your way into seeing pale white skin through the silk of the piece of clothing his white button down were tucked under his black pants ( he's wearing slacks ) showing off his waist , he was looking quite taller than usual as he was wearing his new platforms they were looking quite tough, the colors of this platforms would in some type of way describe his personality a very dark red , the color of wine , although he was never a heavy drinker, he was actually more of a grape juice kind of person he hated alcoholics of any kind of way , since it would bring back "bad memories" . There was nothing unusual about his appearance other than his attractiveness and the quite unique accessories he was wearing , he was wearing a pair of beautiful hanging green earrings , with a matching green necklace ( I would have given an image as example but I'd rather not because I want you all to imagine what he is presented in.) his sleeves were folded up since he seemed to be quite concentrated in an art peace he seemed to be working on .
The weather outside wasn't perfect , it was cloudy , windy and some little water droplets were emerging from the sky , as if his emotions controlled the weather he was most of the time feeling the same . But the weather isn't always the same?
POV ( Marius Wang ) : My neck felt as if it wanted to just take a day off but my spine was doing it's job way too well and was holding it back with all its strength, I couldn't just stop working now , as an artist it was quite hard to make a load so I had to get a second job as a server at a bar in town to pay for all my needs and art supplies , all my shifts were at night and you might be thinking " even if you work night shifts it wouldn't be that scary since you work in a heavily crowded place in town ." But that was not the case , everyone that came over at that bar were fucking disgusting , most of them were old rich people whom had nothing to worry about , all they cared about was to blow away all their money before they're on their death bed and regret not taking advantage of all that money . But on the other hand most employees of this bar were youngsters who were in a very vulnerable situation, so these old ass fucking bastards had to take advantage of that , you can't even walk two feet away on the other side of the counter without having some slur or incredibly sexist, offensive or sexual comments made about you , if you didn't want that thought you just had to stay unnoticed which wasn't hard nor easy in such a crowded place.
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Stuck in time (Kuancheng)
FanfictionThe feeling of knowing that your truly all alone in your own little world which is not as pleasant as you would expect , what will Wang Marius Zhuocheng do when times get very desperate?
