♪♪ Lily - Alan Walker, K-391,
Emelie Hollow (slowed+reverb)
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Los Angeles, USA,
2019
NIGHTS are so peaceful but mysterious.
People take the opportunity of killing, kidnapping, smuggling and doing so many illegal things at night because it's not tumultuous at all. Also people throw most of the parties and peaceful events at night.
Every night holds a mystery because of its darkness and opaqueness.
I love nights for its mysterious but so clam ambience. No tumultus, no noise, no yelling, no beating and no fear. It's just so tranquil.
But when sudden stormy wind starts blowing and dark blue sky turns dark grey, the night never stays calm. It becomes dangerous and more subtle.
I love it more because it's just like my life.
I was staring at the unremitting elaspe of the dark clouds and the scratches made by the lightning on the thorax of the sky.
There's a storm coming in the city.
Thinking of a storm, my bedroom door bursts open like the storm hits directly on it.
"Robbie! You scared me!" I yell at my big brother who looks kinda scary.
"I'm sorry, Li. I'm going through some shit. I'm so sorry." Robbie sits on my bed, grabbing his buzz cut head with both of his hands.
His muscular and tall frame almost covered my bedroom. My big brother, Robert Daniels is no good man but he's the best brother in the world to me.
"What happened, Robbie? You look... stressed?" I trail off, sitting beside my brother.
My fifteen-year-old mind going though a lot of things. Once Robbie told me he is involved in some illegal business including killing people.
But I know it's not his fault. Two years ago, my monstrous parents had put a broken glass on my tiny throat and made Robbie promise that he'd join this shitty job. Robbie was twenty years old then and he could just decline and leave the house long ago but he didn't because he cares about me more than his own life.
I watch Robbie's tensed frame, gulping the lump continuously like he's walking in the Sahara desert making the tattoo of a dead rose on his neck tremble everytime.
Heavy breeze is blowing outside and inside my cozy bedroom but still he's sweating like a pig. His sweaty tanned skin and pale face are reflecting on the mirror every time with the thunderbolts and lightning.
"Robbie? Tell me what happened." My grip on his hand tightens.
"I have to leave." He whispers, not looking at me.
Silence.
"But why? Where?" I manage to ask as I feel a lump in my throat.
Robbie never left the city. If he had to, he would send the other men in lieu of him.
"New York."
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