Ruin X Solar // No title!

Chapter 2

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A small poem
[written by Ruin in his free time]:

Home at last;
somewhere I normally stay,
somewhere I normally be.
Somewhere I can love the most,
Somewhere I can detest.

It varies greatly depending upon you.
Who are you exactly?
Why must you pick that house as your ally?
How did you find that perfect place?
What type of person would live in that house?

Sorry, I won't make you question your identity any further.
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I opened the door, careful not to bump my head. That guy had finally finished his phone call and I skipped right next to him. I normally held people's hand whist walking so it wasn't a surprise that I was nearly about to hold the stranger's hand. It was just an awkward instinct I did without thinking.
...

I slowly desended my hand away from his with a small hint of embarrassment in my expression, I decided to not. Yeah. To not.

He must've noticed this because right after
HE FUKIN' GRABBED MY HAND AND INTERTWINED IT WITH HIS-
WHO EVEN IS HE???

Bro what the fuck-
Who the fuck-

"Are you sensitive?"

I heard him question with a chucke. I shaked my head out of my thoughts. Maybe I was a bit sensitive...

"No.."

I quietly grumbled. Letting the surprised look on my face fade away. He rolled his eyes and scoffed. What a dick for a wealthy looking man.

"Yeah right."

The guy rolled his eyes playfully as I felt met eye twitch. Probably in irritation.

Eventually, we made it to the actual house and not just the front-walk.
God damn, it was nothing I could've ever dreamt of; many fancy lights; 4 floors; large, small, medium mesmerising balconies; a glowing, lush, modern, blue front-pool; plants glore.
It was almost as if it was the government's home.

My jaw dropped in shock. The house nearly gave me the heegi-jeebies

"What the Jesus Christ-"

Suddenly, a great force (his hand) was thrusted onto my back which made me almost fall. His hand was calloused and the push was rough.
I was already in shock but this shocked me even more.
Who the fuck did he think he was to shove me around?
I gave him an annoyed expression before it softened as the glass of the door slided open and stopped at a halt once it quickly reached the end of the doorway.
The annoyed scowl turned into a soft one which turned into a smile.
How alarming...

Suddenly, my alarm went off and I rolled my eyes before he teased me with a,

"Is it bed time?"

but still with a cold, firm tone.
I gulped.

- - -

The star kissed night sky twinkled above the mansions of the neighbourhood for the wealthy. It was 9:45PM. Friday 11th, February 2025.
This was party season, with it being valentines very swoon. People wanting to find someone to come to lovey-dovey events to not embarrass themselves.

Although, that wasn't the problem for the lovebirds, (as they already had their special someones to go with) the problem was
criticism, selfishness, resentment, trouble with compromise, an imbalance of power and control. Mabye even cheating might be one...

Yet, most of that is unbeknownst to the loners as they crave for the lovely things that relationship seem like they are, not what they are inside the mad house.

But, no I'm not saying all relationships are like that, some may be healthy and sweet. I'm also not saying stop dreaming about it as sometimes it helps to cope with things without you knowing there was even a problem about.

Anyways, I'm only the author and this isn't a story at this point. Sorry.
Just some lovey information I guess!

(626 words)