「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Vienna, amidst the bullying at school, crosses paths with a charmingly mysterious thug who swiftly becomes her protector. They both become each other's comfort despite being polar opposites, discovering in each other the hope a...
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Vienna didn't want the evening to end abruptly, so she retraced her steps back to where the woman was still performing. The music was a soothing balm to her ears as she savored each bite of her bread.
Before indulging, she made sure to give the bill she had intended as a tip, feeling a sense of satisfaction in supporting the performer who had briefly brightened her night.
She swayed her head to the music, feeling the rhythm wash over her. Suddenly, a familiar fragrance reached her nostrils from behind, sending a chill down her spine.
"I've never seen you this expressive," he remarked with a hint of intrigue.
Without turning around, she replied, her voice soft, "You haven't seen enough of me to make that judgment."
Riki nodded silently, his hands slipping into his pockets as he absorbed the music alongside Vienna. The moment hung between them, charged with unspoken tension. Vienna's voice cut through the melody.
"Fake..."
His features tightened, a flicker of offense crossing his face. "I'm fake?" he shot back, his voice edged with disbelief.
Vienna turned slowly, her eyes locking onto a figure passing counterfeit bills nearby. As Riki's gaze followed hers, his initial anger ebbed, replaced by a solemn recognition of the deception unfolding before them.
"It's just 5 dollars... did he have to do that?" Vienna's voice carried a mix of disappointment and disbelief.
As they began walking, the young man beside her offered a cynical perspective, "Don't you know? All humans are like that. The longer they live, the worse they become."
Vienna paused, her steps faltering slightly as she absorbed his words. Her voice, tinged with weariness, finally broke through, "As I grow older, I don't want to become a worse person." She struggled to find the strength to continue, her words emerging slowly, "I don't want to turn into the kind of people I hate the most during my youth."
Riki twisted his head to look at her, a strange smile forming on his lips. His eyes flicked down to the loaves of bread in Vienna's hands.
Noticing his gaze, Vienna waved the white paper bag in front of his eyes and asked, "Do you want some?"
The youth furrowed his brows, not bothering to hide his look of disdain.
The white paper bag was extremely crumpled, with a layer of oil and water staining its interior. When Vienna noticed the shabbiness of the paper bag, her face turned beet red.
