The Beginning

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                        Dalen agreed. She felt something, as if dopamine was inhibiting those melatonin that's been bugging her life ever since. As Elkein and Dalen arrived from the St. Vincent Church to the cafe, which was the only light in the middle of that morning night, the old café named as Café de Antico, they ordered the medium-sized hershey's hot choco and hotdogs in buns. While eating, they've exchanged countless words. 

                        They talked and talked and talked. They talked about how cruel life can be and how bitter-sweet it is. How silly the government is and some politicians. The Climate Change. How one day, if people would migrate to Mars, who would be the last human to migrate? 

                       They've also talked about how Albert Einstein was born, like what the hell did his parents do to bore someone like him, what was their technique? They laughed. Happiness was all over their faces.

                       It was endless.

                      They only stopped talking when a modern song was played inside. Both of them looked at each other as if the song connected their hearts. The lyrics went like this, When you get older, your wild life will live for younger days. Think of me if ever you're afraid. 

                      Then, it suddenly stopped, the lights went off. There was no electricity. So Elkein and Dalen left and decided to go for a walk. It was 45 past 5 o'clock in the morning. They walked but they didn't talk. They stopped over a small hut.

Elkein: Do you wanna live a life?

Dalen: Aren't we doing it right now?

Elkein: This life's different, 'cause we're just breathing. 

Dalen: So?

Elkein: So? Lez go!

                        It had a bicycle, so they've decided to take it and promised themselves to bring it back after sunrise. Elkein was the driver of the bicycle and Dalen was at the back. So they've been riding around the streets in the morning, shouting random words like Hallelujah and All is well

                      They've screamed everything their minds and hearts wanted to cry out. They rode from the little hut to the cafe, passed between narrow plains and an old Catholic school in which they believe is filled with religious hypocrisy, to an antique shop which was still close at that time. 

                      They also galloped to somewhat a haunted house, and then the abandoned museum. Then they saw this burger shop. This was their stopover after a long but blissful road trip. They've ordered cheeseburgers. After digesting what they've consumed, they again continued their trip. 

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