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2 | youth

Song of the chapter ⏤ Youth by Daughter

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong

Question of the chapter : have you ever had your heart broken?

| And I kept thinking, if I died today, would I be proud of everything I have done? Would I have regrets of things I didn't do, or would I regret things I didn't do? If I died today, could I say that I lived the life I wanted? |

▬ chapter 2 ▬

It's just one of those days. Where everything goes wrong. Totally wrong. My day sucked. My day fucking sucked so much I had a mental breakdown and was drunk before it was lunch time. So I did what any normal, sane person would do. I cut bangs. And it felt fucking good. For about five minutes. And then I realized the mistake I made. Too late now. I'll survive.

Anyways. As I was saying, my day sucked. My first meeting with Elizabeth soured my mood. And the second meeting was the cherry on top.

So here I am, at a bar. With some very casual clothes that aren't even club appropriate, getting drunk for the second time today.

I take a look around the bar for the first time since I got here. There is barely anyone here because it is still early. Whoever is here, is here for the same reason as me, drinking problems away.

There is a sign that says 'I love the cock' and all I can think is, mood girl. Who doesn't love cock. Straight men, I guess. But you get what my point is.

Here I am, at a bar before it is even 5pm, talking about my love for cocks (to myself). God, I really need to get laid. That's definitely a problem for another day though.

I open my phone to reply to the many messages I have.

Sara, Kevin, and an unknown number.

I open Sara's first.

Sara: hey bby, where are u? how did the meeting go? I'm worried.

Me: everything went great :) I will be home a little later, having a little fun

Everything did not go great. But that's not something I want to burden Sara with. Not yet anyway. Soon I will not have a chance but to. That's a problem for another day.

I open Kevin's message next, totally ignoring the unknown number's text, knowing very well it's Mark. I don't have the nerves to deal with Mark today, or any day.

Kevin: are we still in for next Friday? lmk. Ily.

Me: hell yeah we are. I need to get drunk.

As if you aren't drunk right now, my subconscious says.

The chair next to mine moves and a handsome, tall guy sits. He is dark skinned, wearing a suit, and has this business man vibe going on.

He smiles and orders his drink. I say nothing as I take a sip of my drink.

"What brings you here at 4pm?" he asks smiling.

"Says the guy who is also here at 4pm" I say as I drop the phone next to me, as it buzzes again.

"I actually have a strong reason to be here at this time"

"You do? Let's hear it" I say turning slightly so we are looking at each other.

"My friend owns the bar. Waiting for him" he says as his eyes move to my non-stop buzzing phone. "What's yours"