A Ray Of Sunshine

2: Bad Habits & Thick Accents

Axel:

The world's a lonely place...
Right now, the only company I have is the glowing moon and stars, lost souls handing the darkness candles. Burning liquor glides down my blistering throat, numbing the pain, numbing my feelings.

I look over the stale city. Graffiti marks the walls, twisted letters expressing ones emotions. My frosted fingers bring the bottle to my cracked lips again, warmth igniting in my stomach and throat.

A noise disturbs me from my sorrowful thoughts, forcing me back into the sober reality. Turning around I see the girl with the golden hair and the iridescent smile. She peers at the bitter liquid held tight in my grasp, her eyes slowly trailing up to my face. She gives a sympathetic half-smile and sits down beside me.

My throat began to tighten and my chest started to restrict. We sat in silence staring at the overpopulated city, it was getting more awkward by the minute...

The nameless girl turned to face me, waiting for me to do the same. Silently groaning, I pulled out a cigarette from my pocket within my black leather jacket along with a lighter.

I nonchalantly turned my body, so we were now facing each other. I took time noticing the small things; the way she had small freckles spotted around her face, and her long eyelashes coated with makeup fluttering from my stern stare.

Then she spoke, her smooth, angelic voice, thick with accent.

"I'm Winter, sorry if I'm annoying you, I didn't know you were here I swear. I usually come here at night when I'm stressed, it's something about the lights, huh. Everything's beautiful from afar I guess," she spoke as if we'd talked before, which we have, sort of.

She intrigued me, and that says a lot, I guess you could say I'm not a people person. I recognised her accent to be Australian, another thing luring me in.

Without a word I lit my cigarette, inhaled sharply and walked away. I know, it's a bad habit; smoking and walking away when I don't want to talk.

I consciously reminded myself not to go there again, yes, Winter is pretty and all, but she's not my type of person, and as depressing as it sounds, she's too happy for me.