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"𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒?"

The man the words were directed to, Adonis, stood across the counter from the speaker, his head propped up by his hand as he looks forward.

"I understand all too well, but that fails to change anything." He responded, his discontent laced thorougly throughout his words, rolling his eyes as he spoke.

The two stood alone in a store, the darkness outside fought off by the light from the ceiling fan in the center of the small space, the clock ticking as each second goes by, reading 11:38 pm in  a digital red coloring.

One of the boys wore a hoodie and sweatpants, his hands stuck inside his pant pockets. While the other sported a black polo, a nametag on the front that read ADONIS, in all caps.

"I don't think you fully understand, so I'll ask you once more-"

"It's you that doesn't understand. I'm not going to Europe with you. I'm not leaving Iris."

An irritated sigh left the lips of the unnamed speaker, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"That twisted thought process will never make sense to me," He continued, speaking through gritted teeth, "Fine then, Enjoy this backwater lifestyle you live, Saint."

He pulled his hoodie over his reddish-brown colored hair, spinning on his heel as he walked towards the exit.

The ring of the bells on the door sound as it opens and closes swiftly, leaving Adonis by himself in the store, a sigh leaving his mouth.

Left to nothing but his thoughts, he couldn't help but wonder if the decision he'd made was the right one.

For this, was the fall of a Saint.

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𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 was a man who's life had been riddled with misfortune since his first seconds on earth.

Througout the early years of his childhood, he'd been looked at differently from the rest of his peers, the main factor being his miscolored eyes, one a bright gold, and one white.

His mismatching eyes made him easy to pick on, but it wasn't anything irregular. Young children have always been known to be extremely mean.

The bullying he'd experience in his youth was nothing short of harsh; Always picked on and made fun of. 

Though, it never mattered to him. His happiness persisted throughout the harsh treatment, his family the catalyst for that.

Life, however, was a spontaneous phenomenon. It was maddening, truly, how within a simple moment, someone's life can turn on it's head.

Adonis Saint was no exception to the harsh rules of reality. Losing his family to a violent car crash.

He, his sister, and his mother were the only ones fortunate enough to survive the initial crash; A fate that differed from that of his father, who passed away on impact.

There he stood, his small eyes widened as he watched his bloodied mom lay in the hospital bed, fighting for her life. Her now frail body hooked up to so many machines, that she looked like a puppet.

"Please, donny, live your life... And remember, no matter what anyone says... you're a child of the heavens."

The last words he would ever hear escape his mother's mouth, a phrase she often loved to tell him when he told her about the bullying, and the relentless making fun of his eyes