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A looming male with shaggy hair stays locked inside the monstrous darkness in which he can't call a home, yet is too comforting to call a foreboding pit. His teeth graze across the rough mountains of skin piling up across his fingertips as he hugs his legs tightly. The male can't determine this feeling, is it a sign that he desires comfort, or something that keeps him trapped in his own world of loneliness that he's much too afraid to break out of. He watches the screen in a trance, his lifeless eyes gazing at the background of his PC.
His mother, a beautiful honey haired woman with the most welcoming doe eyes. She sways across the field, hand in hand with his younger being, a wide grin plastered onto both of their innocent faces. He wishes he could return to what he once called peace, just once. Just once to see his mother's glowing skin and to feel her warm touch. He can't handle the agony bubbling inside him, causing the male to pop up from his seat like a log breaking through the water's surface.
He grips the doorknob intensely, letting himself out of his cramped apartment with squinted eyes. He craves for fresh air in some place with an emptiness as cold and abandoned as the night sky. His feet instinctively carry himself up the stairs, which are bound to collapse at some point. Rattle, creak, rattle. He tugs at the door awaiting him atop the flight of them all.
The swish of air causes him to choke slightly as the cold breeze escapes into his lungs. He had grown accustomed to the lingering odor of food and heat that had welled up between the four walls. The male stalks towards the edge, looking down on the slumbering city with a sort of amazement.
Would it kill the man if he were to take a tumble off. Life had been such a craze for him. He should deserve a bit of rest for all that he's done.
The smell of tobacco invades his nostrils, causing his head to turn towards the smell like a dog. He can't distinct the individual between a male or female. But such soft features cover the person's dimmed face, and a bulky coat for their frame. He must have looked like a suicidal freak from the way he had inched closer to the edge with a craze ridden expression. Well, not that it was a lie.
Except, it wasn't solely on purpose, the tobacco lingering in the wind had been making him increasingly dizzier. If this continued, he would for sure take the tumble he had been fantasizing about. Perhaps he should begin breathing more in while gasping buckets of air into his lungs. Meanwhile, the smoker standing ominously in the cold corner had been staring at him as if contemplating before pushing himself up.
He begins staggering towards the man, tapping on the taller male's shoulder. In response, the shaggy guy leaps out of fear, driving him closer to the edge. "Wanna fuck, is that why you've been out for so damn long?" He speaks in such a blunt tone that it's enough to send the other male into a blushing fever.
"What?! No! No! No! Why would I?! I don't even know you!" he cries out, totally contradicting his appearance to the whiny voice fluttering from his mouth. Sending the potty mouthed one into shock.
"Chill dude, It ain't that big of a deal." he mutters, making it clear through his words that he finds the other overly immature and theatrical as he takes an almost entrancing drag. The other begins to tip, his arms flaring through the air as a deafening squeak rings through the undisturbed atmosphere. Without hesitation, the maple haired individual latches his fingers onto the others droopy sleeve, keeping him up with all his might while his other hand grasps loosely at his cig. "Goddamn! You're as heavy as a fuckin horse!" he groans, debating whether he should let go or continue to exhaust himself more than he already has.
The flustered male closes his fingers around the other's wrist, his body going against his earlier fantasies. "AGH! Shit! You're hurtin my damn wrist, you fuckin brute!" The man, in return only flushes, feeling as though he's an overburdening fool in desperate need of aid. After a hefty tug they both flop over, their backs resting heavily on the chilly flooring as their chests heave in a daze. Neither knows what to say, basking in the suffocating silence of what they call awkwardness.
"Uhhh... I should get going... I appreciate your help and I'll be sure to return the favor." One limb reaches out into the air after making that sudden statement, the rest of them following soon after. His entire being seeming to for once, follow his directions. The one left abandoned scoffs, gazing at the other's back before groaning.
"Fucking hell.. There goes my type.."