The night is hot, the sky is red and the city lights reflected on Felix's dark pupils. Felix grab his pack of cigarettes wanting to smoke whilst gazing the city, upon realising that he ran out of cigarettes after seeing the pack empty he sigh in frustration. This ugly moment of his life again.
God knows how he badly want to smoke right now but he couldn't, he's too tired to go to the convenience store for cigarettes and he doesn't have money to buy some anyway.
He stares in the air, no specific thing in his mind, he thought what if he just kill himself right now? But that's ridiculous, thinking of suicide over a cigarette he couldn't get his hands to is beyond stupid. The city today look as bustling as ever. It's the same, nothing change ever since he saw it for the first time when he was a kid.
Suddenly, the playful face of his father flash in his mind, Felix shake his head laughing.
"Oh how i wish to erase all of my memories with that fucker." Felix whispered under his breathe.
Rather than wasting his not-so-significant-time Felix figured he should just take a walk. Sydney is busy and unaware, you never know, there's a money on the ground or cigarette laying on the road.
The cars in the street doesn't look as many at day time, it must be very late then, it's been a long day and Felix is exhausted. The thought of sleeping in a comfortable bed with the cool breeze made Felix wish he had a house to call a home. But the only place he could call home is the gambling house where his father works and where he grew up.
That place is almost comparable to hell, drunk retards, wanted criminals enjoying the night. And his father whom he despised the most. Damn, those drunkards and criminals are even better than that bastard.
Forget about cigarette, Felix is tired and his mind is tired, he want to rest but where...?
Felix started to walk slowly, no place in mind to stay. Though, his friend Lewis who owns a carwash will be kind enough to let him stay in his shop for the night. He just don't want bother him, Felix don't want to be a burden to anyone. Not to his only friend, no way.
Felix keep walking until he feel something beneath his converse shoe resulting him to halt in his steps, and to his suprise its a pack of cigarettes.
Oh...?
Felix bent over to pick the object, upon checking the cigarettes, Felix almost jump in delight. The cigarettes are barely used. It's almost complete inside and good to use.
The happy boy was about to walk away when he heard someone calling him from behind.
"Hey!"
Felix immediately turn around to see the person who called for him.
Young, tall, handsome, with a crimson coloured hair is what he sees the moment he drifted his eyes in his way.
He's carrying something behind him, it appear to be a guitar but he doesn't know what sort. This man has couple of piercing in his ear, he's wearing black leathered jeans and a sleeveless shirt. This man is bathing in his own sweat and well he looks fucking hot.
"Yeah?" Felix, with the pack of cigarettes still in his hands already knew what's up. This shit probably belongs to this man and well he has no intention of returning it.
This pack of cigarettes is his, and if ever he will need to make a run for it, that's no problem.
God the man is fine but the pack of cigarettes is what he wanted.
"May i have the thing in your hand? Those are mine."
Damn it.
"Oh... So these are yours?" Felix's breathing is unsteady and his hand started to shake but he doesn't give a fuck, he's been stealing things his all life who cares if he steal one more time.
"Yes, it's mine, i just bought it." The man's brows are furrowed and he appear to look a bit annoyed. You could see it in the dark eyes of his.
"Oh, lucky you i'm the one who picked it from the ground, Ha Ha you know there are a lot of greedy people out there they could've taken this away."
Call him a hypocrite but he's used to it.
"If you already lied to others, why not lie to yourself as well? We are not the bad guys, they are. Don't think of yourself as dirty, lie!"
"Fuck you"
"What?"
Felix is unaware, he was supposed to curse the memory inside his head but he couldn't keep his mouth shut now this guy probably thinks he's cursing him, he will be more annoyed. Great.
"Did you just cursed at me?" The man started to walk towards Felix's way.
Felix was staying still at first trying to calm himself even under a lot of pressure due to the atmosphere between him and this guy until their space has gotten too close, like a thread being pulled to each other resulting Felix to take a couple step back.
"Sir, i apologize but i swear it wasn't intentional." Felix tried to explain but they're getting so close to each other that he couldn't focus to his words.
Felix has been thinking for a solution for awhile now, if he keep coming forward he might just do it.
Fucking hell.
He whispered once again then Felix proceeds to run in his fastest pace possible. Not giving a fuck about the consequence this might lead him but he's Felix, he's a bastard, a thief and a coward on top of that of courses he can get through this. But his confidence stoop so low than the mariana trench when he feel the presence of someone behind his back.
An arm on his right shoulder, and there, Felix realize the guy did catch up.
"Holy fuck you're fast!"
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FanfictionFelix's life is almost comparable to hell itself. His grief and madness is so great he completely became the embodiment of it. His soul is long broken. Felix suffered alone with his cigarettes that conquer all of him inside rather beautifully. He...
