Saturday 6th, October
Melancholy was radiatinv of the walls.
Jacques sat in his seat, a somber cloud shadowing his sober heart.
He stares into space, like a robot. His movements were mechanical.
"Jacques? Are you okay?" I ask him
I know his sorrow. I choose not to talk to him about it.
He needs to move on.
But he can't.
"J-Jacques?" I beckon him, trying to call him to the real world, but my words are useless.
Jacques was lost. And undeniably broken.
So instead, I brought him coffee and rubbed his back until he didn't need it anymore.
***
Jacques was unresponsive.
And that made me upset. The best way for me to heal was through the act of vigorous sex.
Yes, that was perfect.
I go to a club and I inhale the strong smell of booze and it just reminds me of home.
I see a boy from.. somewhere, I don't know.
His hair has been dyed a courageous green that blends with his ebony hair.
His eyes are blue orbs.
And suddenly, I'm entranced.
***
Shoutout to Devita33 for making one of my favourite books: Thanatos: A Red Dawn.
Please read it! It's an amazing book and involves Greek mythology.
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