Our Differences (DISCONTINUED ATM)

Chapter 7: New

   He was doing this. He was actually doing this. He doesn't even understand himself sometimes. His brain is telling him to leave, his gut isn't so much. But it's smarter to listen to your brain, right?

Norman was packing his personal belongings into his car when he saw them. He couldn't really see their faces since the windows were tinted. But, he tried his best not to look over. Soon enough though, they left, leaving Norman's sight.

He didn't blame them, though. Happy or sad, he had to do this for them and himself. He needs to fix his mistakes. And this is the first step to doing it.

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The town was fairly still close by to his old apartment. Maybe about an hour or so. But, this city looked...welcoming. At least for someone like him. Alone. He now had nobody, he only had himself now. But he blames himself for this.

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His new apartment was bigger than his older one, the only difference it wasn't as new. The carpets were matted, the paint on the walls weren't in the greatest shape. But, he'll manage.

Norman decided after unpacking most of his belongings he'll grab a coffee. He saw a café close to his apartment earlier. Though, he didn't put a hat or sunglasses on this time to hide his snow-white hair or blue eyes that stood out in crowds. He can manage for today, besides it was already the evening and caffeine will do him some good.

Norman decided just to get a simple latte. After he got his drink and breakfast sandwich he sat down at a bar stool which was facing towards the window. He wasted some time changing his profiles on social media and changing his bios till he felt someone tap on his shoulder.

Norman slightly flinches and turns around in his seat.

It was a dark-skinned man with glasses and a scar on his head; he was also wearing a suit. Norman had no idea who this person was.

    The man clears his throat. "Pardon but, is this seat next to you taken?"

"Ah...no, not at all. Feel free to sit there."

The man nods and sits down next to him. Norman watches the man sit down then returns his attention to his phone.

"So..your name is Norman, correct?"

Norman's eyes widened a bit. He shouldn't be surprised though, he used to be part of a big idol group and he usually stood out. He looks at the man again.

    "I-"

    "Why are you so surprised? Did you really think nobody here would know who you were?"

The man chuckles.

    "N-no uhm that's my name. Do you need something from me? Cause if this is about my idol career I'm n-"

    "I know you aren't part of it anymore. Your idol partners posted it on social media already."

"Ah. I see."

Why does Norman feel sad that they posted that he isn't with them anymore? He did this to himself h-

No. He needs to stop.

The man holds out his hand. "I'm Vincent."

Norman looks at his hand but looks up with a small smile and shakes his hand and nods.

The man gives him a stern look after their hands release.

"Listen, Norman. I can help you get your idol career back, if you want."