candy ➳ yammouni

Øne

Lyrics of the chapter:

✦ ˚ ๑ ˚ .. · ✯ . ˚ ˚ .. · ✦ . ·· ⋆
✧ · ☄ ⋆ . Now spring . · ✦ . • '*
has brought the rain, but I •.. · . · ๑·
still see your face, and I can ⋆ °•ิ ,
not escape the past, creeping *ﾟ 'ﾟ･
up inside, reminding me that, ° •ิ ➶
I can never bring you back . ' : ๑ ˚ *

✦ ˚ ๑ ˚ . This is the memory, •.. · · ๑
this is the curse of having · ✦ • ' ⋆
too much time to think about it. • · ๑·
It's killing me. This is the last ⋆ °•ิ , ' time, this is my forgiveness. . ' : ๑
This is endless ° •ิ • .: . ⋆ ﾟ˚ ✦ .☄ ˚

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I didn't know why I was there. Maybe it was the desperation or maybe it was the guilt eating away at my sore body. I was glad to be procrastinating the action of clearing my head by crossing the noisy city, an alternative to the usual tranquil park. My feet padded against the concrete ground. Heavy sighs escaped my pink lips in a rhythmic manner. I mumbled a few profanities under my uneven breath, gasping for air as my movements had gotten faster and faster.

"Late again, Karlie," I nodded and slipped my dirty apron over my head, tying it around my waist.

"Hey Manda, why do we need aprons? This is a candy store not a restaurant," I asked my co-worker, Manda.

"I don't know, Karlie," She rolled her eyes at my curious nature, "Can you stick to work for once without your brain drifting off into space! You need to be more serious about this job if you want to keep it."

"How serious can a job at a candy store get?"

"Shut up- Oh my god here comes in a customer, he's cute. Ruin this for me and I'll ruin your life," She growled, before shoving me away.

I watched as the brunette walked in with a frown etched across his sharp features. He ignored Manda's attempt to start small talk with him, before he headed to where I was standing, looking at all the various shapes and flavours of candy. He was too engrossed by the neon and bright artificially coloured candy to pay any attention to me nor Manda, which caused her to clench her fists in anger.

I handed him a zip-up bag, earning a nod from the stranger. He didn't hesitate or stop for a mere second, before scooping up the contents from the translucent container. He grabbed a gummy bear from the bag and threw it into his mouth, munching on the red creature at an instant.

"That's all," He growled, pushing the bag towards me. I nodded as the stranger stared at my ginger hair and bright blue eyes.

"You have a gap between your teeth."

"And"? I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment, covering my mouth with my hand.

"I like it."

I rolled my eyes, clearly picking out on the sarcasm he was attempting to drop not so subtly. I subconsciously hugged my arms around my body, staring into space as I tugged on the hem of my old knitted sweater, "That'll be $3.99."

He slipped a twenty dollar bill towards me, muttering a 'keep the change' before walking out.

"I hate you!" Manda squealed, flicking my forehead. I pinched her upper arm causing her to push me onto the wooden floor boards before jumping above me.

"I forgot my-" The dude-Manda-obsessed-over-and-nearly-killed-me spoke up before he was cut off by practically nothing, walking in like he owned the place.

I quickly stood up, brushing dust off of my bum swiftly. He exchanged glances between a flushed Manda and I, before his eyes landed on me. "Do you offer lap-dances here?" I choked on my own spit, my eyes widening at his absurd question. Why in the world would a crappy candy store offer lap-dances?

"Yes!" Manda giggled flirtatiously, brushing her hair away from her forehead.

"Great. Because my dad would love one from you," He pointed a slim long finger towards me. I felt my insides twist in disgust as I hid behind my light hair.

"And who would you like a lap-dance from?" Manda batted her eyelashes at him.

"My cat."

I couldn't help but let out a laugh not so subtly as his eyes burnt holes into my head. I felt weak under his strong gaze. He stared at me with such power and faculty, and if looks could kill I would've been dead a dozen or so times.

"I just came back to take my wallet," He grabbed his wallet and rolled his eyes at Manda.

"Wait! I didn't get your name!" Manda chirped in an obnoxious manner.

"It's Luke."

"Luke. What do you think about Muke?" She smirked.

"Muke?" He furrowed his eyebrows, placing his hands on his perfectly sculpted hips.

"Yeah. Our ship name, you know Manda and Luke isn't it adorable-"

"Honey, no. No, It's really not." He spoke in a squeaky tone, mocking her high-pitched voice.

She huffed and strutted down the store and into the employees room. Luke's eyes had landed back on me with a devilish grin spread across his dark features, "Here." He slipped a piece of paper towards me. I stared at it in confusion, arching an eyebrow before staring at what was written down.

My lips parted as I stared at his god-like features breathlessly. He shot me a wink before hurrying out. For a person who has the time to buy candy from a store located in the middle of nowhere, he seems quite busy.

I shook my head as an expatriated sigh escaped my lips. Staring at the piece of paper again, I felt confidence flood through my body. Never have I thought such a simple gesture could make me feel wanted. And I knew I wasn't wanted and I knew the intentions of that boy. But I still wanted to live in a state of temporary bliss, knowing in a few minutes that will be demolished for god knows how long.

There's no such thing as perfection in one's life, and I most definitely knew it. I knew that one day no one would remember my name. My presence would be nothing more than one of the small sparks in a field of glitter. And I most definitely won't be longed nor missed.

Glancing at the children walking in, I felt pity for them. They looked so peaceful and in a pure state of euphoria, and it had caused my heart to shatter knowing one day they'll grow into what most people call 'Members Of Society'. And society has transformed into nothing more than self-centred specks of dust. Full of void and no emotion whatsoever.

A few customers had walked into the store, buying endless amounts of candy yet maintaining the perfect weight and slim frame. It confused me how such a thing even existed, for I was never skinny and I wouldn't consider myself fat. I was right in between. I'm the girl with the decent thighs and somewhat flat chest. And sadly, this generation had more to offer than my foolish self ever could.

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what have i just written slay me i suck so bad im laughing

also did anyone catch the "the cab" reference? if so let me know haha

*breathes heavily* um ily guys

- leyanA