Spectacular Peculiars

Being unique is unlike anything in this world. People will condemn, discriminate, and bully you if they believe you to be different from them or to be very distant from them, making you feel as though you have no place in their society.

However, I can somehow figure out a way to cope with them; they're simply an inconvenience that needs to be dealt with, and they might just be extremely insecure.

they bullied me and also this one kid with a bunch of freckles on his face and was a very weirdo little kid.

I stood up for him. I became his savior.

and that's how I and Santi became friends. He admires me for being tough in dealing with pests. Well, Santi was far more different from me, he's just a little too clumsy and frightened.

I am this tough lady, playing hero while him... he's just the commoner who needs to be saved.

therefore, because of our uniqueness, we clicked and become best friends.

elementary, high school, senior years, and college, and until we graduated and got our jobs, we stuck together like we were almost way far from being best friends.

we admire each other, we love each other... but in a platonic way.

for the decades we stuck around, he become badass, he's now the one who protected me. He's no longer this poor, shy kid who always cries after someone mocks his freckles. He becomes strong morally and well... physically.

I'm afraid to say that I missed him, so much.

he has gone missing after our camping, he becomes a missing person and up until now, 5 years have passed but no Santino's clues have been spotted.

I couldn't sleep that right because nightmares bugged me through my sleep.

it became unusual until I lost myself. I can't go back to the person I was.

I'm no longer a hero.

I'm only just a piece of shit, looking for justice.