2018-09-15 》 1.49am 》00:17:33
scarface
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"The World is yours, you know?"
Another car made it's way through the dark, speeding up on the lonely road, not seeming to notice anything different than in the few nights before.
"What exactly do you mean with that statement?"
The sky was tinted in a dark blue like someone spilled bottles of ink over it. Only leaving out a few white spots to create the picture of a thousand stars dancing all around the universe lightyears away.
"It's a quote in one of my favourite movies. But... just think about it. We were born and raised to believe that we can be everything we want to. Endless possibilities, right? For example a singer or an astronaut. Everyone had dreams of becoming a Someone. Sometimes higher than the sky itself."
"You are right, but in how does that match with the beginning of your story?"
"Not the beginning, but you will get a hint of how it ends in advance. Children grow up dreaming about success and endless richness because media and the industry sells money and prominence as a cure for everything. But when you grow up young and rich you start to notice that everything, even the money and the fame, has a dark side."
The wind that had been strong and rough in the noon had now calmed down and weakened to just become a shivering breeze flying over the high bridge and causing the black haired man to nestle deeper into his leather jacket while raising his voice to speak once again.
"Oh how I wished I would've grown up that way..."
'Even though there is only one of them left I want to tell you the story of two boys.'
"Close your eyes for me, Ars."
"Why should I do that?"
"Please, just for me."
"Okay..."
Closing his eyes as well and inhaling deeply, letting all the insecurities flee out of his body like the thick grey smoke of a cigarette, he began to tell.
"It was springtime when we first met. I was ten and he was nine, even though he was just a few months younger than me.
His name was Park Jinyoung and he was like the little brother I never had."
Frozen air hit his bare face and reminded him once again of how long ago all of this had happened.
"He had no one but me and I had no one but him, you know?"
"He is your best friend, isn't it?"
"No, he isn't. He might have been before everything, but he's gone."
"I understand..."
"No, you don't. But you will soon, trust me."
"Okay."
"He sat on a swing at the park near my house. I still go there sometimes when I feel lonely. I don't know why."
"Tell me more about it. Why did you talk to him?"
"He looked so lost."
"Lost?"
"Do you know the story of Hachiko?"
"That one dog from Japan that used to wait for his dead owner at the railway station every day?"
"He seemed like that. Jinyoung."
"What do you mean?"
"He looked like he was waiting for someone he knew would never come. No one talked to him. Not even once. And I saw him sitting there everyday since then."
