❝because the stars weren't made for you, they're made for us ❞
life and death always met, under the shade of the rusty blue bus stop, as they wait for their rides on opposite ends. they just don't know which one is which.
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"thank you," she says for the thousandth time tonight.
snuggled beside the window panel, lucas sees a thousand blurry images through the restaurant's window wall. through the frosted blurry panel, he sees bleary honking cars that pass every millisecond, pedestrians holding up different colored umbrellas, stormy clouds that engulf the murky night sky. very pretty, vivid, images - separated by a simple window seal - that hold a different individual's story right in front of him, the power it holds is overwhelming, and at same time hysterical as he can only ever get a speck of their story as they pass by moments later. although, images could never compare to what's before him.
he looks forward and sees her scanning through the menu in search of an appeasing dish that she insists on buying for him. she tells him that no matter what he says, nothing will change the truth. and the truth is, he saved her, lucas can't change that, and in no way will he ever.
the thought of it may sound nice, but to him, it's still quite ironic. he, wong yukhei, saves a life while his own life is withering away every second. now that he thinks about it, they are, funny enough, opposites in such matters. lucas detests life (his own life) and here she is, happily surveying a menu because her life is brought back on the line.
a bony finger snap brings him back, unfazed and wary. the only suspect is this brunette, name still unknown.
"do you like steak?" steak?
he probably muttered it aloud because she nods, eyes narrowed. "yes, steak. the beef, meat from a cow. "
"no, i know what steak is it's just. . . "
"just?"
"ex. . ."
"ex. . . what?"
"expensive!"
the nearby table's occupants bounce from the sudden rise of his voice, the closer of the two seated on it moving over near the safety of their own white-clothed table - not forgetting to give him a sneer and fully turning their backs on both of them. lucas stands up and apologizes, nearly toppling off their own table. the brunette manages to hold on to it.
when he sits down, the brunette returns a friendly smile and says, "steak it is then!" rather enthusiastically. however, lucas doesn't budge on that. "you know, i haven't had the pleasure of knowing your name, sir."
his mouth gives a surprised 'oh', not because of her question, rather, her use of 'sir' - it sounds too prim, too formal considering they're just about the same age. "wong yukhei. lucas, just call me lucas."
she reaches over the table and prepares to shake his hand. he complies slowly. "tzuyu," in a mannerly, clipped tone, shakes his hands and pulls it back the same time.
