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𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 !!!

~𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑃𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑑,𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤,𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑐,𝑆𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠,𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝐼 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛???~v=

BEFORE ***

𝓢𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰

I hesitantly get up to remode in the morning star's face, God shakes my head up and my eyes tell me the day was going to be a big nothingness. I see red rays coloring my lazy blues and covering my shitty skin in different warmth.

The warmth of:

"Fuck it, get up, Luna "

Honestly did what my ass couldn't do...

As I try to drag the cupboard's drawer, unhappily it gets broken like the other half expected-so life. I scream out loud by swearing:

"Not again! Ahhh...Go to hell !"

Nervously hit the parmaque with bare fingers and 𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩* eye-opened see entire hesitation turning into a bloody, meaningless day. I clutch my knee as hard to hamper hurting from possessing my good omen. I put clothes on and screeching, bad fabric untie...I see under me and wow like a MESS.

"This, huh...God !"

Moaning, sacrificing time I turn my hazel hair as fast as can upwards. Tie them and meanwhile keep wearing the naughty other, grey jeans.

With one breathe, brown-colored bags and books hump into my back quirkily-staring my laziness, walking down the dark mazes of conviction: "Sorority NEW YORK COLLEGE OF LANGUAGES "

EYES IRREGULARLY RUN THROUGH DESPERATE HALLWAYS AND IRRITATED crash my haste into some sort of Antic Walls.

Finally, find the way out of boredom and castle of "Noone's".

𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗸𝘆, 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘁,𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘.

𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗘𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗜𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗨𝗗𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗬 ,𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗢 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗧* 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘁.𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁.

New York is in chaos as the little grey mixed in the blue sky seems so missed up and rushed.

Thousands of people, cars driving feet, tires lunatic...

*Writhing in fear and collapse of losing work, I put my ass into a long-running marathon, hair caught by the breeze and a very weak-quality ribbon made of pink. While clashing head to head with people of the same hurry, I hide my "wig" under, glaring at the brazen, tormented, grey sidewalk.

Hurrying and gasping impossibly, stepping into high grounds and sighing deranged. Lost of orientation, Little Nokia of Melancholia calls me out, hardly digging for it by the bottom of brown, leather, a bit-nicked case, I open angrily:

(My forehead heats up like an unignitable fire, hell* I start to look like a drunkard, turned of sucking up poison and a very nonsensical Carbon Dioxide filling the lungs of mine)

ᴡʜᴀᴛ !!!!

ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ɪs ɪɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ,ʜᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɴᴇʀᴅ,ʙᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ,ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ sᴏ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ "ONE" ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘʀᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ.Hᴇ ǫᴜᴇʀɪᴇs ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴛɪʀɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ:

"Are you lost, or what ?...(laughter)"

Imagining his brown eyebrows furrowing mines in a very fucking, despicable way... "Wait out...you slept till late, cow!

" I had exams, you moth!!!" having the phone in my ear and back hunched, in looking of a place where to fucking turn these ties back again, jams are controlling me upset.

"Come on, not again late !" Daniel doesn't know how to stop when he calls like crazy to infinity. Since he knows how to start, was better to:

"Shut upppp!"

Pressing End call, that is where I finally meet the black and white straps. I meet the last time shoes and begin marching through the cruel crowd.

Kissing fingers' tips and cellphone freezing from the November's unimaginary Fall, Marching alongside everyone (so clogged up), stoop to the corner of cars heading to me...I button upwards the jacket.

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤...

A ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ,ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴀʀ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇxǫᴜɪsɪᴛᴇ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀʟᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇssɴᴇss.

The black-blurry look of unseen glasses scares my shit* spine and dragging like wounded I run to the safe site.

~𝓐 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝔁 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰...𝓡𝓾𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓯 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓷...𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂,𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓸 𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽,𝓾𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓘 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓵𝔂....𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽'𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 ,𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓷 𝓒𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓱.~

Ribbon falls and unleashed hair flags simmeringly, heart provoked from both: rush and unexplainable flush.

My feet are directly now feeling the fine, chic, dandy contours of "not my property".

Every limb stopped from moving, terrified from the sounds of wildness, throw away bags and everything smashes like pure, innocent glass meeting the unfortunate, tough rock, who tries to tame steeps in splinters.

A black-suited man "out caves" and my legendary primitive heart submits to outlander's sweet, uncommon words:

" 𝓐𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂, 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼?"

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷...

I shook from fear, continuing breathing as nasty as never. Mister "handsome" controls now my nothing-mattered bitchy gasping, falling slowly into a ditch of blue and a bit peckish, warm innuendos.

"Are you all fine, miss ?" asks the Mister pleasant trying to help me out from ashamed. I reach out his curvy, immaculate hand, which gripping me up high it suspends my talking from the nest of birds, flying inside the rush and incredible oestrum, possessing my cheeks at around 7.

"Fuck !!!"

Lovely "miss " me!

My heart is quivering in running away mode, can't run, but I am running so fast, cars are shivering and screeching so bad, nonchalantly give myself up, so high to breathe his quaint, fucked smell. all of sudden he ungrips and directs, spitting furrowed out :

"Careful next time !" I am silently glaring and strayed, missed out, unattentively breathe out towards his self, getting away in a strange, untalking jiff, me watching all the time his silhouette, turning blacker and mistier, as 8 am ticks out.

I can't breathe safely, my throat is clogged up to the point of no more freely stuffing air. looking between the zebra's colorful lines, the wind ruffles my hair prudently. the street is filled up, and I hear still a part of man's voice as if I was haunted. As if I were inside his lustful posture, heightening on plain air, above my down-head. rapture overtakes my muscles as bags commence to stiffen my haul, eyes are winking unstopped and people distract me out.

Feet are wandering and time flying, without understanding, with no sense, I still think of sensual perfume attitude weighing, the drug has quirkily spread as a nothing-good disease...

"Watch out !" warnings and strange surprises await me as walking through the pedosphere. I sort of am feeling at the highest atmosphere, sniffing out the good smell, coming violently and domineering clearness and cute virginity arousals...

~~~

I now enter stormily, the cafe seems unhectic, walking standily among the chattering crowds, useless bee-buzzings, I reach the counter.

"Where have you been? - Daniel stays right above my nasty head, I feel nauseating and the only care I can think of receiving is just a pile of bullshits and fucking complaints. He pampers the crystal, fine cups, and kisses the wrists, like always. worrying furrow and me, unanswered, I try to rebuild my right mind for the right moment.

" Everyone is just getting multiplied, I needed you! now you really need to get vacations, shame on you !!!

"Bu..t - interrupt and in despair of justifying, he leaves off angrily as seen on his glasses made of steam and his spine not holding straight.

"Don't ...!!! " he shouts and points his finger at me, super out of the funny him, I have had before my eyes, he goes burning and his apron hanging from one piece of pocket's cloth. He goes inside the "navvy" kitchen and in an incomplete breathe of mine, he weeds out a pink apron, with the two cloth-made straps, ungripped and tearing apart, just like my sulk at the moment.

His eyes ignite and my spirit extinguish.

I put it on closely and hold my back straight, readying for another day of misery.

Soldier stand up and say...go for it!

I leave chats and excuses and let my hands, fetching firmly orders around every that small space, in front of every people's eyes and prying curiosity.

Sweats involved and a large packet of thoughts surrender me, in the middle of giving-up, shall I do it, when having no other choice, no chance to breathe out of debts, leaseholds, and masters, which carry me like a dog, in a sleigh of non-survival, in the way back to hell!

"You will die like this, face it !!!" I whisper, deeply safely and clearly to myself, digging, tiringly between dirty dishes and somewhat: the dirt of my life...

I cry and two trends of hair tumble upon my buried shoulders, my feet are torn, the sky is darkening and courage has been playing hard on me, since forever! stuck on a net, I get insanely mad and sleep can't put me in a coma.

Squishing sciuma nad seeing bubbles blow my mind and drops of tears halt me from deflating that fucking thinking! To stop being a jumpy ass and to think positively for the perilous, unknown future of mine...

Only walls can hear me, inside loneliness, I found something...something pitched, but something blocked on the surface of the water, can't catch it...

I saw a hand, holding me, I thrust my Lovelace inside a some who person, a man that's fucking me!

He steams away and grips firmly my holy'clogged buttons, terribly unfastens them, and nudes me. I can feel hanging things, beauty stuff, and an imaginable, sexy adventure...

Grips around my scar and hips erected, ahhs...

Incredible, but not real, no one would ever undergo me...

I shake and close my eyes, neck up high and carefully listen to the quirky, sex-downs and lows, belly clutched beside a very handsome, shape. We are birds and bees, seductive and kissing, feeling lewdness.

#~~~~~#

I try my best to walk past walls and late-night darkness, I feel skies turning even grayer.

Pouted, I spill some braze on the ground, my bags are feeling even havier, my eyelashes are wet 'cause of those tiny little water droplets, falling unsafely.

They stick together and my untidy look after 12 reminds me of how shittier the next day obviously must be. Obnoxiously I clutch hands around my dime-lighted body and I am cold ...

"Burr...burr !!! the only thing now left to do, is to lay me on bed and open up crazy book sheets, cornered I have to study till 3 am.

Tomorrow is my last chance to get the exam, otherwise, I will have to dumb away, like pieces of necessity in the same trash.

I reach college's faded sight and carefully I want so again to break discreetly to inside. cold !!!

I burr, but nobody listens to my shiverings, sent out to the snowy sky, I keep, unstopping to break the locker. snow starts right after the hungry rain droplets fill the puddles of the government's recklessness. people are sleeping or going crazy somewhere around me, but not close to me.

I feel music turning higher, next to my room's window.

That is Ayla. one of my numbered friends here in a sorority, ever since we were unattached from the orphanage's care. now since then, are staying together in this dumb and living together happily, did I say happily ??? "Not at all, we have so many ways of telling apart sexism and maniac stubbornness across all goods, in us...

The locker is closed hard.

"Fuck..fuck !" I scream inside my cold body. the only way is to hit the savior bird, to come to rescue the unopening hunter, freezing outside in winter and snow, knitting blankets.

take a little rock and try to herald her, without smashing anything. one try...goes fucked..another missed...my hands are no longer flowing out blood, blush is frozen... the third rock is the right. it crashes over the huge window and a little head comes to pale light.

"Ayla, Ayla !" she looks around, and seemingly she hasn't found my silhouette, Santa girl, standing in front of the gate, hunched and hair, unleashed.

I howl and whistle. she goggles her eyes up and opens a window in hurry, dizzily she supports her sleeves on the pavement, keeping her body in her comfort zone, I feel released when she could finally open it.

David sexy pov

on the other side, a steady voice in allegro, listens to a sweet posture, holding up straight his handsome bottom.

(he stands down to his dark cornered desk and his tempting eyes glint in the bustle of snow, falling gracelessly before his majority, he is holding a pen upwards and a thin line of a tie in the tip of fingers, he safely laughs and mellows his heart, felt a cozy remembrance of girl that rushed through traffic as a complete asshole.)

"Dear, you ..." I take a divine cup of vodka and immediately sip it, myself in unsobbered remind of the sudden crash that I would fucking fuck her tracing look, her wrinkled eyes in doubt, I can feel again her sweaty of nearly me kissing her pinky chest. I bite my lips and severely await her watermelon pleasure to come to enjoy the dynasty of plays.

I don't like others to lose their virginity and rawness in fucking quick fuck up.

"you are not coming to bed? " a pussydoll, a beautiful brunette, opens her scarlet, fuck-from chick, I stare and go after her.

I can't take off even my pants again, I no longer need to hide this. the running girl is my juice in the dick. Certainly, I don't like the overpressing.

She leaps over my butt and I start kissing her, severely, dreaming of the one that shook me. she removes her lips quickly and slaps me.

" fuck you! " she bleeds from biting and me as almost opened p...s, I stare at her collecting the mess up.

I sniff the aroma of the ribbon hanging right above my thigh. I stretch upon the irregulate, dirty sheets and see the pink shades invade me, I haw bare.

" Where are you? "

Luna fucking pov

I feel blood congealed and myself, covered in a fucking blanket of cold dense snowflakes. my gloves are already put, but tips are kinda tearing up.

Ayla seemingly is keeping a track of her way down to me, fucking turning into a statue of liberty- icy frame. My lids are irresponsive, I...

"Ayla, quick,-I finally see her gait in a cell glimmer through the gigantic basement. she winks at me, laughing.

" Lou bear, how 'bout a Santa mum ! "

She is keeping unconnecting the locker. Firmly I slash my hands to the gate and a laughingly deep husky voice threatens.

"I will fucking bury your head in here, right now, Ayala! " I scream.

"Bad-tempered, huh !" she still, in cold messes with my statement. the locker is unlocked, I enter staggering and somehow limbing.

Welcome!

" promise that I will hang your hair, above that needle."

I shriek in concern and it is 12 am. I have only got 8 hours from the final decision.

I need some rest and the same time, glossing my work on the test.

I dress off, pale, and try to keep warmth inside me. Ayla stands on the corner shelf. I look at the light, blind-worthy and my eyes are almost at the bottom of saying the worst.

" Don't tell you you are going to study this late? " Ayla's voice is seriously behaving. I move my lips, sliding hop of each other.i bite continuosly and nod.

"It is no good to you, quit the job! " she crosses arms.

As donkey I, afterward response :

"Nooo, I can't do that, I have so many things to pay off, is not time to give up, for me is a simple term! "

"You know what? I quit calling you off, fuck school! it just gets on you, for how much? it is only two decades after you realize you are dead, your deed is nothing !..."

I misspoken, below my head, and start shaking unanswered, Ayla starts picking on me as worse.

On the other late-night, I swear to myself I will end up strong and strong because nothing can dictate in my way.

Not a person, nor a silly object.

I open heartily, among tiredness and some either falling tears and closed mouth, in a sign of help-asking. I shriek suffering from inside, in the hope anyone hears that.

But who does? Except for a shelf full of books, a wardrobe, quilted in a clutter, my cascade of hair around the soft sheet, trying to tempt me to go to sleep, is nobody lurking.

But I stand till late, coming up the morning to learn that have no way, how to escape this journey.

It is my fate, let's embrace it, silly you, Luna!

I learn advanced chapters of historical literature, in a stormy night and a vanishing light, stepping going to dope and sleep. adjoint not sniffed from old alleys.

Doomed I still think of the older man, the well-donned man that took, is taking my thoughts in mess and a strange thread of affection.

Can't stop thinking unstoppably touching his smirk and biting out his nobless fucking shirt. killing me from morning's eve, closure of heat and cold mellows my pleasure and ...censures my never enjoyed ...

sex!

Morning arrives quickly. Soon I take up myself into a grave of stupid illogic letters.

I get up in a rage of incredible and flinch in peculiar dress till the sart of knees. I fake up my hair in haste and hurriedly join a quick bite of slice of bitter jam and a sauce "Don't know the name ".I carefully remove trails of it from my teeth and raw lips of winter.

I haven't yet looked at my pernickety and nicked face, turning harsher wind by wind, smashing onto my surface. I run out of room and bolt to the classroom. Reeling time to time, crashing to almost everybody and behaving innocently, I adore that part of sauntering.

"Sorry..."

I apologise.

I run as much as I have to.

I breathe as much as I don't want to do.

I die in one track of losing-winning perverts.

The track ends right before my eyes. My ordinary blue-white strapped jacket fills with air. I look like a cock, reckoning hardness and conspiring big dreams about the entirety.

I become ready, but my censure of dismissing, allows me to go crazy, you know ?!

I rush to inside and look to bizarre faces, has been predestined. Professor sincerely looks beastly and tough, my rage to not to lose control, slightly begins to upload.

"Sorry, didn't mean to..."

I haw.

"You may enter, miss! The last time in your lifetime, another time, you are on vacation! " he points out to a little bag by the end of hall. Big hall, I mean. It is luggage of going for serious run-away. I feel rasped, but not because of him, cause of my stupid, inaccuracy "Timeout", willingness to learn everything...And...

I stagger lazilly to seat next to ayla, goggled, eye-dazzled. Her hair is unleashed and look blonder than any time.

...Fucking dreams to put me in coma.

"Are you ok ?" asking me ayla.

"I am good, enough...Good" I answer in a strong voice.

"Do you have flu ?"

"Hope, it is no end to me "I reply perseveringly.

Tests are being submitted hand by hand. I pick up the white sheet and the nasty paper of questions. I start sucking carefully pen's tip, nervously before prof. Does his every-semester speech of...

"You may now begin! Good luck ! "

I tart writing answers down. I feel running mind and a pecil, jotting down enormous, meaningful words of blue ink. My hands are already, as in ever test-taking, above my head. It is my way of showing merciness and kinda...Lack of protection...

Time starts ticking, bravo to me...

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I have ended test in a quick pace, the only march I am doing now, is roaming between weird hallways, a shiny day is outside. I get out as soon as I attach to ayla in a single bench, staring at a beautiful view of new york city and scribbled walls covering us in shadow.

Ayla seems hangover and she is drinking a huge portion of energy juice.

"You want ?" asks, I undoubtedly say :

" a sip? " I require some of the addictive drops. I sip it and wrinkle my eyes, furrow browse in disgust and shine eyes and lids in gas.

"I wish this could be the last thing we do! You know why ?" I nod for no, legs up to one another and arms crossed, hair wandering off strange inches of bunch shadowy places.

"We would do nothing and only stare this big, untouchable skyscraper without even fucking for other deals...

" ...Which is what we are not supposed to do, right??? " I add.

"Yes, why us god ? "

"He won't answer, whilst standed on that pace and greeding others' greatness..." ad in interruption.

She gazes drunkwardly and laughs, satirically.

"Sometimes you look like a philosopher, you know? Those big ids', mocking people' asses..."

I laugh and show a light smile to her clutching formula.

" you fucking kidding, I hate this life, professor dumbledore, this place, and everything else."

She stands up and begins behaving sillily, she makes a good posture of clowness, teasing atmosphere of stone and solidherats are melting into fun. She though appears to be so happy and free. I laugh, everyone looking, is laughing.

"Let's dumb this shit-place, we're not prisoners! We are what we fucking wanna be!

"What are you doing ayii ?" she jumps up to to her territory and throws her can and bag on the ground.

She comes towards me and jollifying, holds my palm in a dancing vivacity.

"Stop it, you are hurting me !!!! I as never before tickled, feel happier and laughing. She pets my isolated spirit and uncovers my jolly.

That entire hour of pretty outrageous routine mellows and turns oddish afterwards. Beyond brakes, I cheer her for further moments we never dare to give up from succumbing.Sometimes, we kneeled, cried about "First year boys" we thought we had, but still we are here before people' rascality, showing that little light with big difficulty.

We laugh.

We make fun.

Beside anomalies, we stand up proud and way too blissful.

" come on, release my hair! I will kill you, ayii "

"Lou, I so want me to see while you kill me, impossible, so enjoy it! "

Hahaha...

" I am no silent ‟ I speak underneath.

I laugh out loud, playing those kiddy tricks once more again. That is a habit to never to changed. Climbing together on a slice of edge bench and a part of our blisters making big fun of them. Strange perfumed places and busty, soulless skyscrapers oppress the little inches of smile.

⁕⁕⁕unsecurely I shall say goodbye to this once and for all !!!

××××

( david pov )

"Morning to me, why am I wearing that above my chest !? What has happened that quite don't know ???"

I pick up the ends of thin ribbon upon my nipples, dried and scattered, nonetheless, I prepare myself in just a quick 1 hour. Phone ticks and chiming gets me up in grant. Reward I open it and hum several times.

Cly is on phone, my stepdad that years ago before I could be 3, he adopted me in his empiric kingdom of liedom and figures of money-dom.I was learnt to compress others in no logical sense, I was told to do as they advised me to do, I time to time was sent to abyss, but fortunately figured a way of how to survive by my own.

Shit things never stop terrifying your life.

" he-llo! " I haw, as seeing myself in front of bedroom's red-lipsticky walls attracting my attention lameness time to time. I bite lips and await his speech.

" you were woken up now? I told to visit the campagne place at 9 am.,you will fuck u everything we've planned so perfectly..."

" I will, stop doing that, I am no robber of you !" I hang uopp, pissed off and my scar on my forehead turns wrinkly. Mirror breaks as soon as I shut down my anger and crash cell on the bed, rancorously.

I am naked, towel off my belly and barefoot hurry to inside. I see red dots around my bottom, appearing up close my ass and such bizarrely escalating my spine's inches. Water elevates my anger down and occurs effect on my hair.

" I am no silent " I hesitate barely breathing and hardly trying to finish off lovelace curvy lippy trails out of my body. Neatly unashamed I pass by the hallway and put on some chic clothes, a black shirt and some dolce shoes, I see blurry on this sunny day, thanks to cly, I am no longer fucking belonged to this unmeaningful universe, just a piece of its keyhole. One of the numerous I must say.

Packed in pace of limitlessness, I button the ripped holes and tie up for an going-out.

I walk straightly and clearly to outside of temple building,34th street and something clutches my heart rates, it doesn't look beating like ever before, it is senseless and non-stop. I shake hands to mine and sip with a some prideless mili-litres of water a pill.

I suffer from continuous nerve- wreck disorder. Let's say everyday I am caught by a seizure. I now await for the right minute to let these rates go deceased.

Approved I now walkthrough underground to the original, black that mercedes benz. I rush to get in nad haste shines up a delicate thread of cahrm, stringing down on the ground. Before car's lights I discern an ordinary wristlet, silver one. With some stiffening butterflies on the peculiar corners. I hold in my palm and breathlessly grab-it onto my chest pocket. I start reminiscing yesterday in a cloud of empty thoughts.

I start engines and leave no traces in 120 km per hur. Clenching teeth and thinkingggg...

[authors pov]

Roads are hectic and only some pathways are empty, silent and that way I seee my heart crashing like waves, dangerous ones. In silence I sound like a paper, unwritten, but a paper with a story promised to go on. Luna walks unattentivel before walls and beholds craziness like an artefact.Sky like a museum and little straps, junks of rejection. She closes down gate and moves smoothly down the avenue, thinking. She inhales same air, man would like to breathe in.

Noisy beeps start seeping through mid-avenue, mid-lines where...

Luna fucking pov

I am stepping prudently, sucking the lowest quality of sun, but stil I listen to vibes.

I am late for work. Phone calls don't stop, I say stop, but never do they conclude like an ice cream melting like a marshmallow, down fingers holding it? I liked fun to be a good paragraph of beginning, but pulpy fruit is a pear of nothing, never tried before. My desire is dispersing like cancer or a scorpion pinching poison inside my body. It is devilish.

I now want to hold my palm on the sweet man's hands, sweat-free I enjoyed looks too addictive to come through this way to me.

I hear beeps approaching, insanely I walk towards it.

I step closer.

I pound like a dancer on the danse floor. A striper, stripping down shame, my head down, taunted I put down a great bliss on my lips.

Beautifully amazed, captured form rays to the brick -avenue, I juxtapose a terrible thunderstorm to lighten my causeway, as a bridge to my man. Phone rings again. I carefully draw it out, in a unbelievable, blithering min' I am fucked literally...

Cell drops stupidly on the dry, snowy frozen water gap. I hunch before acceleration :

" protectorship, man is here, fury like a rascal! " I add into my mind.

Brakes powered. Loud voice and blank ink just crashes me on the bare ground. I blackout lastly listening to a sweet tune, piercing through my ears :

" damnnn, fuck, are you okay? Answer me, please !"

Holding me under his crescent shadow and sweet gasp upon my face. He bears me on strong, curvy hands, I breathe unconsciously. My thorax dispatches heart as a robber, which is roaming for an escape because of...A reason, kind of it...

...Don't know!

" hello, lu! Hello, hello! " nokia is desperately talking to daniel, screaming out in panic.