You were a normal person. You had a job, a small apartment, and a crappy car.
Your life was average. You thought you were unlucky until..
you met him.
When you first met him, he seemed pretty normal. He was an average man with a wife and kid. Normal. Until you got to know him a bit more..
He wasn't in the best situation. He had been going through a lot for a few years now, and you couldn't just leave him like that.
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You were on your way to Freddy's for your best friend's little brother's birthday party.
She had asked you to go, so you two could hang out, but once you got there you couldn't find her.
You asked her parents, and they said she was sick that day and stayed home.
'Damn it.'
Since you weren't really close with her family, you had nothing to do.
You would go home, but you already spent money on gas to get here, and you had nothing to do at home anyway.
Plus, you had to take the day off to even come to this party, and the one person you came to see stayed home.
So, you went and plopped down at a booth.
Then the door to the restaurant opened. For some reason, everyone dropped what they were doing to look over at the man who had just walked in. Naturally, you followed suit, intrigued at how the man captivated the customers' attention, even if for just a moment.
He was a tall, around 6 ft. man with deep, almost black, brown hair, skinny body type, and a black and purple suit on. He looked around at the people in the restaurant and then continued to walk.
Surprisingly, he walked over to your booth and sat down in front of you. "Got no one to hang out with either?"
"Nope. Don't have many friends." His eyes widened just enough for you to notice. "Ah. Well, if you'd like, we could chat for a bit." He offered, and you shrugged and smiled.
"That'd be nice."
"You want me to get you something?" He asked you with an eager tilt to his voice.
"Yeah, if you're ok with it." You said awkwardly. "Hey! James! Can you get me and them a slice of pizza each?" He continued by asking you, "You want something to drink?" You nodded.
"Yeah, can I have a cup of water?"
"And two glasses of water?" He said nonchalantly as if he'd known the guy for a while. "Sure!" The worker responded.
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You two ended up chatting for a while. "Wait, what time is it?" You asked the man. "It's 10:30."
"That's after closing!" He shrugged. "It's fine. I'm allowed to be here. I paid for the building, and I'm the co-founder of the restaurant and the company that runs the place."
"Ah. I guess what I said is a pretty good excuse to gloat, huh?" You said with a playful wink. "Ah, sorry. Didn't mean to brag." He rubbed his wrist uncomfortably. "No, you're fine. I was just kidding around."
Your chat had gone on for a while now. "What time is it now?" He checked the clock. "Midnight. I gotta go, or my wife's gonna kill me. Talk later?"
"Yeah."
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You walked out to your car, got in, and started it. Then you started thinking about what that man said while you were talking.
Yeah, you were paying attention, but you didn't stop to think about some of the stuff he said. Like all the times he insulted himself, apologized constantly, and made self-deprecating and depressing jokes.
That was.. concerning, to say the least. Though you'd have to think about it later.
𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥
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William had to go to work today, so he got up and walked to the restroom to get ready.
He got in the shower, put on his uniform, brushed his teeth, did his hair, and after he finished, he just stared into the mirror.
It was like he was staring into the eyes of another man. It didn't feel like him. It didn't look like him either.
'Who am I?'
It felt like just yesterday when his life was perfect. He wanted to be that man. Not the horrible and sad shell of one he was now.
He wanted to be 'perfect' again.
After staring into the mirror for a while, he opened the cabinet. He pulled out a small bottle of antidepressants and popped 2. He let out a shallow sigh and walked out.
He walked to his car and got in. He was lucky he had a late shift today, or otherwise, he would have been late.
Well, technically, it wasn't a shift per se, but he had to 'check up' on the restaurant today.
All he really had to do was make sure there were no more possible lawsuits.
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When he got there, he walked in. Everyone immediately looked at him. He didn't curl in on himself at the sudden attention, but he wanted to. He had to find a booth far enough to get the prying eyes off of him.
He looked around until he saw someone sitting all alone in one of the few far booths. He walked over, sitting in front of them. "Got no one to hang out with either?" He said.
"Nope. Don't have many friends." They responded. "Ah. Well, if you'd like, we could chat for a bit." He offered, his tone kind.
They smiled.
"That'd be nice."
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