I look at my bright red rose on my night stand. It's still growing...why? I'm not getting any older! I thought to myself as I got up and put on my black biker boots, ripped red jeans, and a black tank top with a jean jacket. I look at my phone and see that I have over ten messages from Gary. When will he understand- wait...never mind; I don't have a life. I decide to respond to them all and take a walk to the train station. I met up with one of my friends and she offered me a cigarette. "No thanks; I don't smoke, remember?" "Oh yeah" she said as she lit one and sighed out grey smoke. I was used to the smell so I wasn't that effected by second hand smoking. She got on her train with me and we rode into the middle of town. She headed south and I headed to the nearest shop; wandering around. I bump into someone and his coffee is spilled all over my jacket. "I'm so sorry!! Uh...let me get that for you!" He pulls off his navy blue jacket and dabs it on my chest and stomach. I stand there awkwardly; watching him. He gets done and wraps his jacket around his waist and puts out his hand. "I'm Jack." I shake his hand. "I'm Alex, well, that's my nickname but my real name is Ib."

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Souls of Darkness
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