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𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ༄
drip, drip, drip
rain pours down slowly. you rush back inside the grocery store, accidentally bumping into someone.
"i apologize" you say, not even looking at the tall figure in the eye.
you try to get an umbrella, but the others beat you into it. thus, you pitifully walk out of the store with nothing but your hoodie.
it had been twenty minutes since you tried to walk to your dwelling without getting wet.
until you finally give in and walk into another store.
inside this place is warm you think to yourself coming inside a comic shop.
outside it starts to pour.
you go downstairs from the shop, coming into a basement. dim lighting surrounding it all. drawn books scattered all around. you could smell the newspaper burning in the fire place.
and it felt like a drug. addicting.
as much as you hated to admit it, smell of political issues burning calmed you down.
head in the clouds; but your gravity was centered.
✯—✯—✯—✯
he was sitting at the bar, gulping his fourth drink bitterly.
alcohol is wicked - not only it's work, but its taste as well.
"all i am, is a man" he pitifully tells his tale to the waiter bringing the fifth reason of despair to him once again.
