Decadence

01 - Nightfall and the Girl

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-This story is a work of fiction-

Similarities between names, characters, places, incidents, and persons living or dead are purely coincidental. They are either products of the imaginations or inspiration and are used fictitiously.

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She stood along the edge of the building, we were up so high the buildings couldn't obstruct the wind as it blew against us, causing her long platinum hair and jacket tails to flow along with the current.

Her bright amber eyes stared back at me as she had a small grin on her face. Behind her were the dark skies, the moon and the stars shining brightly along with the lights of the city, all of it combined with her pale skin, seeming to give her some sort of angelic glow. All I could do was stare at her in awe, but only a single word came to me.

"Beautiful."

Taking a step back she extended her arms outward in both directions. She took another step, but with nothing left beyond the edge of the roof, she slowly began to lean back, falling. But as she did, her eyes never once left me and her smile never did fade.

And I soon found myself following after her, with one hand reaching out in an attempt to grab her.

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"Polka! I'm leaving!"

Hearing his mother's voice, then the sound of the door closing not long after, Polka slowly began to stir awake. Slowly sitting up, Polka took his phone from the nightstand and looked at the time it displayed, seeing it was only thirty minutes past seven.

"It's morning, and I'm awake." Polka said to himself.

But not long after, he fell back into the bed, "How long was I up until? I can't remember. I could go back to sleep, not like I have anything to do anyway."

Despite this claim, Polka eventually found himself coming into the kitchen to find his grandmother watching the TV. Sitting at the table, Polka started eating the breakfast left for him.

"My name is Polka Narumi, I'm seventeen years old and a former high school student. I stopped going about two weeks ago. Spending my days at home was rather fun at the beginning, but it's been getting old fast. Eventually, I found something else to do though."

Finishing his breakfast, Polka went to start his daily routine. Being home means he needed to do more around the apartment, both for himself and his mother. For him, it was to avoid becoming a lazy shut-in, for his mother, it was to show that while he stopped going to school, he would still do work around the place.

Washing the dishes, Polka then put some clothes into the washer. While that went, he did a few exercises for the usual half hour.

"Before anything, I should say that I'm not the loner type of person, I did have friends in school. But since dropping out of school, I haven't had any contact with them. It's not that I don't want to talk to them, I just don't really know what I should say."

Hanging the clothes on the terrace to dry, Polka changed out of his clothes and into regular clothes. Before going, he took a quick look at himself in the mirror. From his fair skin to his dark almond colored eyes and his messy black hair, on the right side of his head, Polka added two small blue barrettes to hold a portion of his hair back and out of his face. Satisfied with his look he just smiled and nodded to himself.