Loverman - Martin Gore fanfiction

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I'm far from home, out of place but blending in, passed dirty bar and the stench of cigarettes that invaded my nostrils. The pavement is wet, the neon lights reflect in puddles, shaking and blurring, I pull my hood over my face, a small shelter from the rain. I need something more though. Out of luck with no phone, no money and no one who knew where I was.

It was stupid to run, now I was alone and very vulnerable. It's so dark. So wet. So cold.

I was nervous, I just wanted someone who could help me.

I duck into the bar, it's almost empty, excluding two people sitting at the bar and a couple making out in a corner booth. I sit on a small table next to an old radiator and put my satchel down on the varnished oak. I take my rain coat off and try to warm myself up.