Within the Mist- Maylor

That Man On the Telly

Stings of pain pinged at him as he laid eyes on the picture of his deceased father on the desk. Staring at it, not wanting to look at anything else. The memories flooded in and tears built up in his eyes but he held back, he couldn't cry again. He was at work, where he expected to be strong. It wasn't like he could if he had the chance either, the abusive store owner that replaced his father would fire him in an instant and having to talk to people 24/7 wasn't going to help matters. One thing left to do, he pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind where they always were and went back to the life that he hated. Sighing, he turned the picture down, not allowing himself to become emotional in such a place of heartbreak. This would be yet another hard day. Scanning the mess on his desk, the clock came into view and it read 12:30, great, just what he needed. A break from all of this. He got up from his seat, expecting his colleague to come by at any moment. Come on, hurry up. He had to get away from here. As he was cracking more, they finally came through, going over to where he was.

"I'll take it from here, Rog," she said.

"Thanks, Lizzie," he said and left. Stepping out of the bookstore, he strolled down the street, relief taking over him. He didn't know how much longer he would've been able to stay in the store without crying as he had done every day. He couldn't control it, it was too much for him to handle. He was still the same broken person from his childhood that hadn't recovered from his loss and grew up being confused and fearful of the world around him. Keeping it together, he strolled down the street through the people passing by.

All of them were so happy, he wished he could have that. Going down well on his way to his favorite place, the electronics store came into view, the usual loud ruckus coming from it. Walking by it, the tellies caught his attention, not that they never didn't anyway. Taking a quick glance at them, he couldn't help but notice who was on it. That man, he was always on the telly, one of the most famous advertisement men if he was guessing. Couldn't imagine him anywhere else, especially with him being the good-looking guy he was, hazel eyes that one could get lost in and that slightly short curly hairstyle. Nope, never in a million years. Pushing his fantasy of meeting him one day aside, he went back to what he was doing. At last, the coffee shop came into view and he went inside. The nice familiar smell of coffee welcomed him, calming the mess going on inside by a little bit. He loved the place, this was where his father would take him every once in a while to treat him and he hadn't forgotten about those days. Not to mention his favorite waitress who worked here, Suzie, was probably working right now. She knew the struggles of life and he felt that she was the only person that understood him, her going through the same pain that he had.

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Brian waltzed around the office, strolling through the place without a care in the world. The production company office, the place where he made it big. He couldn't ask for anything better, being famous and rich? That was his dream. Taking out his big stash of money, he flung it out from his hands, throwing money around the place, flying through the air and landing all over the ground. This was the life he was talking about. Flinging even more of it, he stopped at women walking past his door, looking at him.

Brian being him, he shot them winks and whatnot, smirking as they squealed and were practically head over heels for him. Man, he loved his life. As they walked out of sight, he didn't know what got into him but he turned away into his own zone, stopping what he did. Falling into a deeper state of confusion by the second, he didn't know what was happening. Those faces he made at the girls, something wasn't right. It felt so...wrong. Why was he feeling this way? He did like women, did he? He couldn't be gay, it would've been known by now. Thoughts flooded in, crowding his mind. Getting more lost in his head, a voice snapped him out of it. His boss. Whipping around to the doorway, they walked in with a new person by their side. Based on how they came in without warning, he didn't like where this was headed. Scanning the newbie, everything he didn't like was plastered onto them, this couldn't be good.