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farkle says

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he's not by the records when i walk in the next day. instead he sits by the piano and plays some random keys. it's actually really peaceful and soothing.

"hi," i say from my position at the door. i slowly walk towards him, seating myself on a stool near the piano.

"hey back," his voice is low and husky, sounding just as sleep deprived as he looks. his hand glides across the surface of the wooden instrument.

"thanks for chatting last night," farkle doesn't make eye contact. he hits another note, c flat.

"anytime," my voice is low and husky too, we talked until four a.m. i almost ran out of puns before he finally cracked a smile. his broad shoulders shrugged a bit and the bags under his eyes seemed to grow.

"don't you ever wish you could just disappear for some time?" he asks as though he was ashamed.

i stay quiet for a moment, trying to think of the perfect thing to say that would comfort him. i just nod along.

"how come i feel like i've known you forever, may?" the brunette boy's hair falls over his face covering those ocean blue eyes. may, the way he says that makes my heart skip a beat. but i feel the same way about him.

he says that our world can change by a single action.

he says that no one is innocent except maybe you, maya hunter.

he says his dad wasn't always like this.

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it was around christmas time in their penthouse in new york city. the tinsel and candy canes lined almost every inch of the house. farkle says it's just from memory so he isn't sure about the details that well.

he was ten years old and everything was going well. farkle and his dad were making hot chocolate, gathering warm milk and chocolate powder to make the perfect recipe. they finished it with a few marshmallows and a dollop of whipped cream. farkle had been blowing on his drink to make sure he hadn't burned his tongue with it.

the little boy tries to read his father's mind as it had been changing lately. his dad worked in the stock market, owning one of the biggest companies, minkus incorporation. he knew that when the stock market went down, so did his father's mood and vice versa.

"newton was wrong." his father took a sip without hesitation. "the universe is not deterministic,"

"what does that mean?" farkle found it interesting whenever his dad talked business to him. it always fascinated him.

"that one thing does not always lead to another. it means that you can do every damn thing right but your life can still turn out like shit." when he places the mug down, it's almost empty.

farkle takes a cautious sip staring at his mug. his favorite mug, as his dad gave it to him two winters ago when he left for a business trip. now you can keep me with you all the time.

bullshit.

his father used that tone that was both stern yet relaxed at the same time. but that immediately changed into his raging voice that made farkle want to hide in his mother's arms.

eventually, he heard yells.

"bankrupt? what are you talking about? of course the company is mine! shut it down, who the fuck do you think you are? the press is going to freak!" shouts were all he heard.

his father's face was like a storm. the boy slid off the stool and walked towards the living area. he takes his cup with him, hoping it would calm his dad down. after offering a sip to his dad, a shatter could be heard and glass shards flew everywhere. that was the time farkle knew he changed, the man he once knew was gone. long gone.

a shard hit farkle, his shoulder injured, yet his father not caring. it hurt, more than the actually bleeding itself.

it was a couple of weeks before the man got so drunk that he couldn't even remember anything that happened the next day. he was moping around the tv until he heard on he news something about minkus incorporation. he flipped the coffee table, breaking a few more things along the way.

his father mixed almost all of the different alcoholic beverages they had into one tall glass until it turned into a muddy dark fluid. that wad when more yelling and hitting began. isa and his mom becoming victims and farkle trying to keep them safe.

farkle remembers those nights well. how when we mix that pure white milk with the chocolate powder, the purity disappears and out comes the dark. how you will never be able to get back to that purity again.

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film expired on 03-11-2016

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