꧁ 𝓐𝓶𝒆𝓼 𝒆𝓷 𝓹𝒆𝓲𝓷𝒆 ꧂
His intoxicating kisses
Helped her to forget
Better than any alcohol
The pain of her grieving heart.
Addictive,
She took possession of his mind
Faster than any drug
Ever did.
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Sneaking out was no problem for Keisuke Akaashi. So, as always, he slipped away through the front door.
He didn't care if he bumped into the house staff at such unconventional time. They never tried to hold him back. They could do nothing more than report his absence to his parents, something they generally avoided doing because of the tensions that it generated in the family. Not only that, but they knew how hard Ichiro Akaashi was on his son, and if they could spare him from further bullying, they had nothing to lose.
Well, there was the gardener who never deprived himself of denouncing him, but that was another story. All because he had the misfortune to hide some cigarette ends in his geraniums...
Outside, the darkness reigned, and the lamp posts already projected their halo of light on the pedestrian streets. Skate in hand, with a lit cigarette between his fingers, Keisuke enjoyed every moment of this peaceful evening. He greatly appreciated the quietness of the night. Moreover, it often happened to him to improvise night walks just to enjoy this calmness, when there was no soul alive in the vicinity and only the distant hum of a motor disturbing the silence.
It was soothing.
A slight breeze glided through Keisuke's neck as he rode quietly in the dim light. Above his head, the weather was starting to deteriorate. Heavy spring clouds were beginning to form, and the boy briefly wondered if he would get caught in the flood on his way home. It was very likely.
He hoped he wouldn't.
After a while, the young man left the main road and bifurcated into one of the transverse alleys. He crossed these streets that he knew by heart, after frequenting them for so long, until reaching the drugstore where he had become accustomed to buying his favorite cigarettes. Three years ago, Keisuke showed up at that store with a fake ID. The seller, a boy of some years his elder, seemed skeptical at first, but he had not sought to dig further. And as the young man came regular in the small drugstore, the merchant had finally stopped asking for his card to attest to his age, something that Keisuke appreciated well : At about the same time, his mother had confiscated his fake ID.
Now, the two of them got along quite well. Especially since, from time to time, the elder had some weed or pills to sell to him. But that was another matter.
—Hi, greeted Keisuke as he pushed the door of the drugstore, his skateboard under his arm.
The boy squinted his eyes due to the aggression that they were undergoing, accustomed to darkness since then. He took a few moments to get used to the lighting, moments that allowed the employee, Tokumo Arai, to raise his head from his laptop. A broad smile took place on his lips, decorated with a silver ring.
—Hi man, exclaimed Arai with enthusiasm before exchanging a check with his new client. You haven't been around for a while, I was beginning to think the cops had caught you, he added as a joke.
