"I'm sorry, but I can't keep doing this thing. I just can't. Please, I know you don't want it. We can't keep doing this. It's not just you who got tired, I'm sorry but I am too."
"Sure it is huh, you're not the one who has all the problem. I am."
"But I can't just leave you like this,
"Oh, you know damn well that you can. You don't have to mope around me just to make myself feel better, you have a choice here. And you just throw away your only chance of freedom just to be a fucking emotional support dog."
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"Hey, Dave?"
"Yea?"
"Come here."
"Is this some kind of trap that is going to make orphaned children know where my exact location is?"
"Yes, and we're going to play baseball with them."
"Why though-- Oh! You evil magnificent bastard."
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The dark ambient usually cooled my blistering skin. But this time, they are submissive enough to crave a warm touch. Occasionally, a bone-chilling breeze would obnoxiously voyage around my skin, taking away my warmth.
My knees barely touching my knees, in this situation, they requested to roam freely, even just a minute. It corroded over time from a lack of kinetic exposure. Yet, I added more pressure on it by putting my bag on my lap, for security. Then, my hands, who faced the wrath of the voyagers, were clinging the bag like a pioneer's knot onto the colonized land. The bag, which was stubborn enough not to zip up my crippled sketchbook, protected me from the harsh breeze. Other than my sketchbook, my body was crippled because of the voyagers. They took away my warmth, I still quietly recruited troops to rebel against it.
The ambiance is dead silent. Like you've lost your way in the middle of the forest and the guardians of the forest had made an unspoken rule that has been obeyed by the citizen who roams over the land. The unspoken rule of silence. The consequential damages of the unspoken rule is that of the actor on the stage under the spotlight. It's easily recognizable, even from a mile away. You fell onto your knees and whimpered silently, but yet you're constricted. As if you felt helpless and petrified that a predator might come to take you to your demise. And that, that's the unspoken rule of the forest. Apparently, it also applied to this very car.
"Where do you want to go to?"
The taxi cab driver dares to oppose the unspoken rule. I suppose it was meant to be broken by a human who is trying their best to fit in with the social standard of our society by bringing sympathy and a convivial personality.
"You still haven't told me where to go, Sir."
There's a slight caprice to his voice. It's like a commander at a world war facing the weakest troops, who are still willingly joining the army. Thank God for Dave, who was also longed for the ability to roam, spoke up to him.
"This hotel."
He slid a piece of paper. It was crumpled, and once crumpled it can never go back to the way it's used to be. A delicate piece of white paper, destroyed and crumpled because of us.
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(chapter 7 deleted scenes)
(after a game of Uno) "Why don't we do this more often?"
"What? Painting your nails because I need to cheer you up somehow after you suffered a catastrophic defeat from 10 rounds of Uno?"
"Yeah, that."
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"Ugh, Dave," He glanced at me, "I feel like I'm getting dumber and dumber every second."
"Eden, you do realize that you're smarter than me."
"Really?"
"Hell no, I'm way smarter and superior to you, pathetic mortal."
"You know, with our combined brain cells, we could even make a new and improved language."
"Is this just going to be the Minecraft enchanting table language but with English grammar?"
"Y- No, Absolutely no. 100% guaranteed it would be an entirely different language."
"I like to see you even try."
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(chapter 10 intro)
"Besides the incredibly stupid sappy thing that you just did," he looked up to me, staring at my eyes, but I only dared to look at the floors. Because, I felt like, at that moment, if I stared in his eyes, he's going to get the wrong message. Which, I definitely do not want.
"Thanks, dork," I whispered, barely heard; I punched him playfully on the arms.
"Heh, you're welcome, nerd."
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