From the POV of Mark
It was a long day. But all the recent days had been quite long. A pebble sat still on top of a crack in the sidewalk in the way a golf ball would be on a tee. He mindlessly swung his foot at it sending it skittering into a dark alleyway to the left. The man stopped for a second to fix his shoulder bag from sliding down and took a deep breath.
Ah, the scent of a decaying atmosphere
Despite the love many had for the never-sleeping New York City, he despised it.
Growing up in middle of nowhere Colorado, although slightly lonely, had made him fall in love with the soft songs of nature. He remembered sneaking out before dawn. His parents always knew that he had snuck out, but for the sake of his little adventure, they'd pretend that they didn't know. He'd sit in the middle of a vast field and watch the sunrise as the wet grass slowly dried in the light. The sunrise had been his only friend.
In New York, no one thought of the sun. They would bask in its warmth and then curse at it when it became too bright for them to handle. People treated it as if it was an iPhone that's brightness setting was broken.
It's nature you fools, you can't control it.
And then once again when winter would come, everyone could be heard wishing that the sun would come back out and keep them warm.
All of you are ungrateful and don't deserve the sun.
He only realized the facade many played after he came to New York. In Colorado, even the few people he knew were kind-hearted and sincere. Although he moved as an adult for his new job in New York, he never really changed much even now; three years later. He still didn't know many people, he still didn't like talking much to people, and he still thought of the sun as his only friend. Although now, he supposed, he couldn't go up to people and tell them to appreciate the sun more like he did when he was younger.
In New York, no one loved Sun. It was just him. And he really wished he could go back home. A pang of sadness hit him and slowly melted through; numbing him.
Right... I don't have a home anymore...
Before he could continue to sulk, a dark figure appeared from the alley. He thought nothing much of it until the person pulled out a knife and ran up to him.
He froze in terror praying the person would quickly take what they wanted and would leave.
Thankfully, that's exactly what the criminal had decided to do. The person ripped his shoulder bag away from him and took off.
Great. My laptop was in there. My whole job is on that laptop and now it's been stolen.
He stared off into space not exactly caring about what was going to happen to him; he hated being a software engineer anyways. The only thought he had was that his boss would definitely fire him. He had already been screwing up quite a lot recently. Not necessarily his fault since his team was quite shitty if he was being honest, but as the leader, he'd always get the blame.
He exhaled harshly and slumped his shoulders.
Now what
Not even a second later he noticed two other people running down the alley. Today must have been Steal From Depressed Dudes Day or something.
They ran straight up to him and he put his hands up half-heartedly.
"I don't have anything, the other dude stole my stuff," he said almost bored.
One of the mugger dudes muttered a curse and the duo ran off to find the first mugger.
He decided that his luck was quite rotten today and that he should probably speed away from the alley area.
