The Forced Villain

Danse de le Homme Triste

Xavier woke up.

He attempted to call Aline, but her phone was just on silent.

He went downstairs to make breakfast for himself. It was 9AM.

By 10AM, he made his breakfast.

It was a peasant's breakfast, consisting of only eggs and yogurt.

He ate. It fulfilled his hunger.

It was 11AM. He watched TV and heard his mom wake up.

"Good morning," His mom said.

"You should grab some pears instead of sitting like that." She said, followed by a loud sigh.

Xavier refused, but his mom threatened him.

"Sigh, I presume that you have already found out about her."

"Who? Aline? That girl was a young failure, anyway."

Xavier took his jacket and left. She'll be okay soon.

He took an Uber. The man repeatedly asked him, "Are you okay?" with a worried look on his face.

Xavier was dangerously skinny, yet the driver could not help him.

"Alright, lad. Hope you're gonna do well there." The driver said as Xavier slowly closed the car door.

Xavier nodded, and the car sped away.

Xavier felt as if this isn't real. It was..surreal. He was back to his normal life again.

The pear fell out of his hand.

"This is an apple."

"Oh. This is a pear."

"This is real."

"This isn't a dream."

He blinked for a second.

He was at the cash register.

The cashier kept telling him "Pay up, sir. You're making quite of a fuss over a pear!"

"What's happening?" Xavier said softly as people kept shouting at him.

He eventually made sense of the situation and got some money from his wallet.

It was 5 cents.

He looked at it.

It was silver.

Beautiful.

Like Aline.

He couldn't stop thinking of her.

He got lost in his thoughts again.

Xavier gave the money to the cashier.

"Here's your receipt."

He refused it and left.

There was a taxi.

He blinked and rode.

It was almost just..surreal again. As if Xavier never really intended it to be like this.

Everytime he would try to focus on an activity, It's always Aline.

Always. It can't be.

All over again.

He was back home.

His mother greeted him.

"Hey, son."

"I've made food for you."

He ate it, and found himself in bed.

He slept.

Why can't he be someone else?