He let the silent breath escape his lips and make fog in the air as he slowly walked to a nearby park. Everybody thinks of his as so perfect and formal all the time. He disagreed with those beliefs when he remembered the bloody towel in his bathroom and the scars and scratches he had covered up with a suit... He watched the sky from his position of the roof. Being the son of the biggest empire was hard because everyone expected you to be strong and everybody was scared of you. His dad was old now and was no longer controlling his land. The communist had a problem. He didn't know his people were starving. And he had to deal with the loneliness of abandonment and knowing that his soulmate hated him. His kids were probably annoying the hell out of each other as the union sat on the roof...
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