"Darius," Lewis Navarro's body peeked halfway through the doorframe, a note piece that has clearly seen better days pinched on his fingers, "got a message for you."
Darius Callahan sat down his fork, letting it clatter beside his meatloaf, "A note?"
Lewis Navarro came in; all while fumbling the paper four to five times to a bigger size. He sighed, perhaps to tell Darius Callahan as to what kind of news was written in there. Regardless, he handed it to the man, the boss, the 12th pillar, without a word, stepping back with his arms wrangled up on his chest.
Callahan (Darius) too a look. Irritating handwriting already catching his beads, making him grumble quietly— whereas whatever he read next got him going— "What?", in a way as though he were asking the paper itself, not Lewis. "What's the meaning of all this?" he twisted the paper— showing him the text.
"Means he's quitting, duh." He shrugged at him.
"…" Darius froze, turning the paper back around to re-read what it just said…
"leaving Reiba:12, you guys go on without me. don't miss me even if its been 4 years, goodbye!!
(someone send this to the head so he reads it, don't throw it away.)"
"Signed by Ibenzo Adams. Tch."— he whispered to himself.
"What do you think?" Lewis asked him.
Darius didn't respond, he tossed the paper away quietly, letting it 'fluuuu…' down onto the floor. Slowly. He then leaned in, putting both elbows on the wood, hands resting his nose.
He's gone, huh…
That's a shame.
But,
the clock above the doorframe, seen better days than the floor-paper, caked in spiderwebs and dust strings just abooouuutt….
Pointed its arm on the 12th cluck.
The twelveth strike to a new evening!
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The day was clear, humid temperature washing the mathematical infrastructures and the overall landscape of Burline from the hot rays of the ancient sun. The crowd went ham as always, mumblings all over the place that you couldn't make out even a letter coming out of the chaos…Traffic cars sweeped by, machines with the same purposes on their feet— 'work', some stuck in traffic, where the red lights hung as the drivers were slowly drained of their patience, beeps and horns scattering like the city's own way of speak. It's as if Burline was trying to speak to the masses through these horns; because even outside of a heavy JAM, they still went on. On and on…
But aside from that, there was something else going on. Something that Burline remained numb to the most:
Trouble.
"THIEF! THIEF!"
"STOP HIM!"
"HE STOLE MY WALLET! HE STOLE MY WALLET! SOMEONE STOP HIM!"
Ibenzo Adams' chest closed in n'out, suffocating him on each breathe.
He whipped through the people, shoved past a few, vaulting across cars that happened to stop in front of him in the middle of an alleyway. The wear on his legs were starting to build up, his lungs weakening as it worked tirelessly to pump air in, then out—in, then out, all in instant time. His temple bled sweat, some running across the cheek and raining down the face, but Adams' couldn't stop now. he couldn't.
Because imagine if he did, what would've happened then? The punches that his heart gave inside of his chest; something worse to that effect. He couldn't back down now. Not against three people on his tail. One small mistake would be the fall of a domino tower. He could hear the lead in the trio still screaming at him, screaming "THIEF!" and "STOLE WALLET" repeatedly, pathetically at that. He almost sounded convincing, pointing a finger, a hand slicing through the air in a jog— all as he looked left and right, calling for people, and that was a problem…
Because it caught many fish with just that huge bait.
"Haa…" The cluster of crowds scattered left and right, splitting the center— whereas some tried to reach him, moving their bodies inches only to fail due to Adams' aggressive speed. Whereas one; one in simple white, a bag strapped on his belly, showed out from the throng, a bull out to catch a cheetah. He was an average sized man, around 5'7 or so maybe, thick arms that made Adams' look like a twig, but he wasn't bulky. Ounces of fat tubbled over his belly, his chin, and even his arms.
The man stood out and opened his palms, spreading them out slightly far from his hips, his huge hands threatening with its appearance alone. His feet rattled occassionally, moving side by side to catch him from whichever direction Adams dives—left or right. The man was prepared for a good shot…
But there has to be a way out…isn't there? There has to.
Think Adams, THINK.
Adams flowed to the left, he pushed two people aside, "Sorry!" and then…
FWUP, he vaulted across the fence, landing on the bicycle corner. The man who was going to take him followed him a few centimeters only to give up afterwards. Meanwhile the pursuers winded past him, like sports cars in a blur.
Atleast…maybe just the two of them.
Did the last one just stop right there? Adams wondered, he noticed there were two glimpses behind him now— the pressence of a third one dulled. But now was not the time to think nor investigate. It was time to run and survive…
Left, right— right and then left. Adams sped around the rest of the metropolis like a small cockroach in the middle of a big field. And for the only, and LAST time ever, he charged ahead— his legs, built for agility and bounce kicked one last time on the floor—speeding up just a few moments. A HOME STRETCH!
he eventually found himself in the middle of a cluster where people crowded the most— this place had a popular restaurant, KasRET, perhaps that's why it was so crowded…Adams found himself alone for now, huffing and puffing desperately for every breathe of oxygen he can take, back hunched, hands slapped onto his knees…he looked behind, then looked around, left and right…Right, he noticedo n that direction, an alleyway. Atleast he caught a glimpse of it before people engulfed it.
"Fuu…" Adams puffed his cheeks, wobbling his way there. " 'xcuse me…step aside, please." He lightly split a few fashionate people around, the huge gap on the distant wall more evident. Waiting. To his desperate eyes.
"Man…"
His arm reached out for the shade, the dark alley soon engulfing him.
Haaah…haaah…COUGH—COUGH—haaahh…
The area was cold, only by a bit. Adams could notice the frost appearing on the uncomfortable loads of sweat showered on his face. At first he wanted to drop there now, but he soon took the time and effort to walk deeper and deeper to get a good hiding spot, and a resting spot…if there's any that this place has to spare.
CRUNCH, CRUNCH, what could've been leaves in the spring were crumpled bags of chips and plastic bottles crushing beneath him. Adams moved around, almost tripping on his steps by inches, his arms flailing like pool noodles, his breathes heavy, and his coughs frequent. His mouth felt weird— almost like he could throw up any second now. Just a few meters innn…!
'AHH…!' THUD, he fell to the right, laying his back on the cold wall near him. The cold brittles of dust clinged onto his very back and hair, but Ibenzo could care less... Talk about wanting to start a day off…man.
Ugh…he wiped the sweat off of his mouth.
Look at this place…
What a party it's having! It reeked. Trash bags, food bags, paper, tripped bins leaking even more trash and hay strands all over the floor; pure art in the form of garbage coloring the floor. This place sucked.
Adams wished he hadn't walked in here— but what else could he do, right? It's better than nothing.. Few minutes of sitting down later, he brushed the dirt off of his jeans— off of his back, and now his hands were caked in dust. He clapped them off.
...
Should I just…get out now?
Hrmmm….
"Oi, ey!" a loud and sharp voice— one from somewhere to his left called him. Adams turned and looked up slowly; it was from a zigzag stairway which led to rooftop of a decent-sized building. There, there was a young man staring at him, brows halfway lidding the care for the world in his eyes, arms swinging like ropes through the railing. "I'm talkin' to you."
Adams took a step closer toward him, eyes climbing curiously wide.
"I mean no harm, okay? Don't run." The mysterious fellow says, tossling his short hair, "See, I wasn't s'pposed'ta see you around here, but I guess I've seen you. Hey, how's it going?"
"…Fine." Adams replies.
"Name's Imura." He introduces himself, poking his thumb at his own chest. "You're Adams Ibenzo."
…He knows my name?
"Hey, I know a guy who wants to see you. So don't run away, alright? You know who he is."
"I know him?!" Adams repeats.
Imura nods, "Yup, aand..he says he wants'a see you. Meet before your, uh…" he held up both hands, nodding two fingers on each, " "Retirement"."
But just when everything started to feel safe— the safeness has shattered into a mere delusion…from the throat, the alleyway, Adams heard—
"Let's check in there, see what's it about!"
"What's wrong?" meanwhile, Imura questioned him. Questioned him about his sudden flinching like a cornered animal checking for predators. Ibenzo Adams raced his head upward, almost like a joint when it snaps. 'Shh…' he hovered a finger between his lips, then, rushing up the metallic stairway. Skipping steps like a hare, and making little noise; a quiet prey himself. Eventually he appears behind the man, Imura.
"What're you…"
"Shh..!"
"Okay—okay…" Imura surrenders...
They both look down—
...
Of course...
Thugs.
Same ones from before, swinging their heads around, searching every corner like a dirt analyzer. They hadn't noticed him yet— so Adams quietly went for it further upwards. 'Imura' wanted to, but he couldn't say anything to him. He was already up the 3rd slot.
But then—
"HEY! YOU!" the lead of them all, one who looked pathetic on the streets, pointed at the stranger— no, AT the younger one above him. "no, wait, you! Up there! Who are you?!"
Adams stopped midsteps.
Good grief...
Peace could only come from a gold coin and fat notes the size of Adams' shoes; lean yet sizeable.
"Hey, uh…not to interrupt, but who're you guys?—" Imura was cut—"Stay quiet. You." He went back to Adams again, pointing at him as if he were holding a knife.
Adams remained still, painfully still,
"TURN AROUND—!"
He disobeyed.
"ADAMS!"
The mysterious 'friend' of his chased after him, meanwhile the rest two down there exploded the ground with their feet— making their way up the top of the stairs to follow trail.
The rooftop was a flat and smooth clearing, however on the left side there was a bridge leading to another building. Adams took it and the friend followed— whereas the rest two have already made it by the time they crossed the short bridge. They didn't give in despite the odds yet...
They've crossed buildings…
Walked down stairs,
roamed inside hallways, desolate and clear ones, presumably the top floor of an office building— shortly making it back up the rooftops again,
they crossed intersections through risky jumps, the troubles from a risktaker known as Adams— fortunately this Imura could keep up with his skills, when Adams vaulted across low pipelines, rolled down, absorbing the impact from the high jumps he took…
Eventually it seemed the enemies have began to fog away...
"Tch…" Imura clicked his tongue, clearly frustrated by the youth's antiques, "ったく…あとどれだけだってんだ?! [I swear…how much more?!]" he whispered.
"ごめんな!" …
Did he just talk back…?
"Sorry?!" Imura repeated, desperately forging for his replies while dodging a pair of hanged curtains in the middle of the roof— "I just heard that?!"
Adams slowed down afterwards. In exactly the last 4 steps, hitting the brakes on his persistent legs, deaccelerating like a poor vehicle. He almost dropped to his knees, but gave not much in as to holding onto his legs, heaving for every air around him.
"Haa…" he looked up the sky, the azure facing back at him, he dropped on his rear then, knees V'd with hands flat on the warm ground of cobble. Imura lowered along with him, except he crouched down with arms resting in his thighs.
They both stayed quiet for a while.
And meanwhile the sun bullied them with its blistering rays, attacking their skin.
"Youhh…—" Imura stuttered, "You…who were those guys?"
Adams looked at him but answered later, staring at him with his big eyes loading his response— "Thought my bud told you that..."
"He told me to meet YOU, not to know who THEY are! Ugh…" he grabbed his hair, sweeping them back.
"Hmph," Adams curved his lips, no laughs puffed though.
"So, like…you're Imura. Right?"
"...Yeah."
"Who sent you?"
..."First you tell me who those guys are, then I tell you who…" Adams looked at him, a little confused... What's his deal..?
"Forget it…no need." he says, crossing his legs flat.
"Guy who sent me was…Darius Callahan. You know?"
Callahan…?? Adams' face tightened a bit to that. Imura eventually added more— "Said that he wants to see you. Since you're, uh, retiring, and all."
"Bruh, is that really necessary…?? Okay, where's he at?"
"Miles away by now. Shame you had to add extra more." Imura jabs, "Hang on, I'll call him…"
"No, wait."
"What?" he was about to reach into his pocket.
"I need a break, man!"
Five minutes went by...Ten minutes now, actually, as they've taken a loadoff up a hotel building up on apparent. Once the rocks've been cleared, the two started downstairs to the road beneath, where Burline was waiting for them to stand on.
[What is it?] Darius's voice muffled, he was on a phone call with his friendo.
[Yeah, I've found him and he wants you to meet.] Imura replies, face slightly stern.
[Who? Adams?]
[Yeah.]
[Sweet. Where's he at?]
[Uhhh…wait…]
Imura hung the call for a bit, whispering to Adams what Darius had said. He wants you to meet. Where? he asks him. Adams gives him his reply...
[Hey, so he wants you to meet at the skywalk in 5th Avenue.]
[That's far.]
[I know. But that's where we're at…Meet him there.]
[Alright.]
He hung up.
"Fuuu…." the phone call...was finally over. His arm flopped like jelly, head following it down. He looks at Adams once more, who curiously looks back at him. then he raises his arm again— the one holding the phone, this time all the way to his forehead. A salute. Right after that salute that he impatiently gave, he turned around. Walking away far into the distance, eventually getting engulfed by the crowd.
"..."
Does he hate me..? Adams wonders.
He looks back up again, the sky light soaring above...
In a minute or so, a reunion was going to be made.
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The skywalk was like a giant ribcage, filled to the brim with insects crawling inside of the carcass.
Adams was perched on the edge, phone in hand, while the crowd behind him moved to their own ways. The sea of boxes whizzing past the bridge underneath him, mostly black, white, and dark brown in colour. The distant sirens wailing from behind, synchronizing with the gibberish spoken by the crowd.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey" Darius Callahan in flesh! Right hand glued in his pocket like always, left hand free to feel the wind— wearing a tracksuit in the middle of this summer heat. "Oh, Darius!" Adams snapped out, stuffing his phone back in his pocket before shifting his shoulders a bit. Callahan faced ahead with him, his left hand grasping the rail. 'Mmmm,'
"Nice view, huh?" Callahan says, calm as the rivers.
"Yeah…"
"bet those towers think the same."
" ? ? ? " .
Darius stood quiet for a little while, whereas Ibenzo Adams remained nervously fidgeting his fingers.
"You left a note." Darius says,
"What?"
"You left a note." he repeats, eyes still locked to the streets, "You're quitting, huh?"
Adams stared at him, frozen in time, then he chuckled. "Yeah. About time I thought of it."
"Where're you gonna go?"
"Anywhere that's NOT this city. That's where."
"Hmph, figures."
…
His shoulders shrunk, Adams stared at nothing.
"Why though?" Darius seemed to ask. "We look out for eachother and all, so why leave?"
Adams didn't respond. Yet. "You get your food, place to stay, money…all kinds of stuff I try to arrange. So why go out like this? Adams?"
"Ahh..well, " he scratched his scalp, fixing his hair, "you know we've been getting through all the trouble lately. Ain't worth the shot, y'know? No offense or anything…" he said. "Bur-I wanna start new and fresh. Let a new bean sprout! Sumthn' like that." His mouth stretched, shoulders tight again, "So, in short…yeah, I wanna stay out of trouble. That's the thing."
Darius's eyes crawled below.
"Hey, I…" Adams raised a hand towards him— "Look, no offense, okay?! It's y'know— I wanna move on and stuff, be a responsible adult! Yeah!"
"No, that's alright…" Darius brushed it off, a tiny stretch on one end of his lips, "I understand you, Adam, I get. But that's not what I'm thinking about."
Adams blinked to that, a little puzzled by what he said.
Darius evaluates:
"You've been piling up a lot of emotions, so you just wanna do something about it. That right, or am I wrong?" he gave him a side view, lips curving on both ends now.
"…" Adams stopped. His eyes sinking at the road beneath them all, "…Well… yeah, it's kind of like that, but…I don't wanna just do something about it."
"Oh yeah? Then what is it?"
"Man, I don't know how to say it. It's hard to say it straight, y'know?...But— you know what."
"I wanna leave this place." He declared. "Leave Reiba:12, and leave Burline for good. Go back to my home town, maybe, and just…let things start over. Thas'all."
"mmm," Darius nodded to that, eyes drifting to the corners, "I understand. You want to start fresh and make a different 'life' for yourself, huh?"
"Somethin' like that."
"Well… huh, then I say go for it."
Adams shot a look back at him. "What?"
He was smiling. No, not just smiling, it was one big sun that stretched too far showing not just his canines but a curvature behind the set— "Yeah, it's what I just said. Start new, and start fresh. There's nothin' wrong with that," he said. Then, he pointed his finger at him, with the left hand— "You've got a lot of peace to make with yourself in life. Get out there, and start from A again. If it helps it helps!"
"Uhhh…" Adams Ibenzo was lost for words; the strangeness of this scenario…creeped him in a certain way, "Seriously? You—"
"Look, you've got your own life to live." He grabbed his shoulder, " 'f it's what's going to make you feel good and sound, try it. I personally wouldn't fight against it, not as a leader, of course."
"I get where you're comin' from Adams. Atleast—the fins n'tail, if not the whole shark. It gets overwhelming to stay in a place like this when it's the same place that's been affected…the wrong way. And like you said trouble, that sure is arising." His head turned to the other direction contemplating that case. "Welp, whatever it is. We'll deal with it. 'S not like it's all unique to all of us. We'll get over it!" he pat his shoulder, each time surging something within him…
"…" Adams had no response.
"Now what's left is you thinking about what you're going to do…So…Adams? What're you going to do?" he went back to the rails, both hands resting.
. . . Adams pinched his own chin…
Yeah…
What is he gonna do? Once he goes back?
"Well…I'm thinking…"
Darius turned to him with a tipping eyebrow.
"I absolutely don't know what I'm going to do! HAHA!"…what a smile outstretching his features. This guy…
"Come on, Adams…" his neck dropped.
"Hey! I'm serious. Wait, maybe I'll go back home where things've been rotting…? Oh, no wait— that place has no electricity! Pfft, silly me."
Darius's rolled his eyes.
Of course he doesn't, indecisiveness is the proton for Adams. It's like an icon at this moment.
He spent the time thinking about it himself…Meanwhile Adams asked him from the side if he's got any suggestions. Darius didn't reply to that really. He was locked in his mind.
Mmmm…a hum escaped his lips— Darius's tone habitually smooth like that of a coffee foam. Mmm…
Hmm…
hhhhmmmm….
He tapped his chin repeatedly, as if trying to POP! a solution out of there— right out of his skull.
Tap, tap, tap….
"Hello?—"
"Adams," he instantly cut him off, "I've got an idea. But you need to be patient."
"Patient??" he raised a brow.
"Yes. Patience. Meanwhile— do as you want around the city. I'll sort this thing out…"
….Huh?? "Hang on, what'chu gonna do that—"
"Just listen to me, it'll be great!" Darius lifted a thumb to him— his fangs sparkling shine and wide. The tip of the nail too.
And with that he left...Bailed into dust.
What's he planning to do...??
For the rest of the grueling hours, no one from Reiba:12 ever came in contact with him ever. Far away he was from them anyway— how could they.
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The night shined many stars today for today's performance.
From the mountains you could see the blue light rays pointing over the void stretching above, dancing around directions, and helicopters passing through like birds. The city was a blend of raspberry blue hues, and purple chaos— to top that off with the sprinkling lights of neon yellows and reds surrounding the metropolis in small dots.
In short, Burline was like a blue sea with crystals and treasures underneath.
And while the city was busy being busy with itself, deep in one of the alley ways, Adams remained crouched over—
FLICK, FLICK, FLICK,
A small pile of wood underneath, only saw sparks peeking. Adams threw the lighter to the side, sighing his heart out.
Tch, what's he even doing? He didn't know what HE himself was doing, honestly...And if anything, he's spent his time on arcades, and another restaurant for lunch. All came down to him in this boring place, sitting there, like an outlaw. Like one who doesn't belong.
…
Voices...
"I—WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING I SWEAR!.."
"PLEASE LET US GO!"
"MOVE I SAID! WALK!"
One tripped on his knees beside him.
Three else men were behind him...the last one as shaky as the one who dropped next to him. The most important of them all, however, were two dark men, succumbed by the shadows with their dark suits. It was like they were shadows themselves, and no matter how obviously in plain sight they were— no one would notice them.
"..." Adams remained quiet.
"You! Get out of here!" the one with well-oiled hair jabbed at him. Adams didn't respond.
The one neighbouring him told him to back off as well, so slowly, without losing a sight from the either of them, he stood up and quietly made his way out this place.
…Or so he was going to.
"You tell anyone. you're dead." One whispered into his ear, his hand's grip like fire on his shoulder. Ibenzo Adams resumed, walking out like a casual fog in the wind.
The city outside was as it is as always. Everyone moved their ways, be it like machines programmed with a purpose. And each of those wheels that zoomed by, were with a purpose.
Adams turned, he seemed to notice a cop.
"Shh." he whipped one arm out.
"Two guys are getting beat'n up in there..." he whispered to him, cheeks puffing.
Then ever-so casually, he turned the other way and walked far as the boy-in-blue behind him grasped his radio.
VRRRMMM! VRRRRMMM! His phone called,
[check your bank account left some money there]
[also come by the central park]
"…?!" Ibenzo Adams hurrily began to tap his phone screen with two hand thumbs. News-flash jumped into his face in the form of light rays— as the big number reflected on his iris…
15,492?!!!!
A GLORIOUS POUND OF GOLD! NOT diamonds! Before anyone sees his excitement, Adams whips the phone back in his pocket.
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Central park was like a library. A library of flowers, of beautiful petals of whites and pinks, of blues and red roses, glistening under the moonlight with its sweet scent and soft petals smothered by green grasses and round bushes. The benches sat alone, with only a few children with family strolling by, hands attached to their fathers and mothers, meanwhile a couple lonely men out underneath the light pole shining above them.
Darius Callahan with his invisible hands, Lewis Navarro sitting back on a bench.
After ten minutes of their quiet wait, there was a silhouette that emerged from the distance; a little short and slim, hands mirroring the habbit of Darius's, while each movement seemed restrained and calculated. Slow and steady.
Ibenzo Adams, 10th pillar of Reiba:12.
"Suppo." He whipped a salute, blade-like arm slicing through the wind. Lewis got up and approached him. "Adams…dude, you're actually leaving the family..? Right now?"
"Yeah I am! Sorry to say, though…" his smile quickly dried out, leaving a shrug.
Lewis said nothing, he just sighed; Darius pulled him back with the shoulder as he stood right in front of him. The young man.
"Adams," Darius began, a faint smile on his face, "it was good seeing you."
"Good seeing you too, hombre." Adams nodded.
"Now you go make a noice living for yourself out there, huh?!" he poked hm right on the side of his chest. "You're not being yourself today!" Adams shot back.
"Oh, I'm just in a good mood that's all." Darius says. Nice.
Adams' mood got a little over the dark afterwards when he was reminded about the money. He asked Darius about it afterwards, "…By the way, how'd you land this much on my bank account so quick?"
Darius took a moment to respond to that. He looked at Lewis for a moment. Whispering to him: Can I tell him? Lewis titled his head in approval.
"There's a guy I know that Lewis has connections with. I asked 'em for some money."
"He's like a really rich guy." Lewis says.
"Oh, well alright! Define 'some money' for me though!" he took out his phone again, just checking that cash waiting on his bank…
Well that's sweet. Adams has a lot to buy a good lot of toys and food. And maybe a house too…No wait, an average home costs around 30k at lowest…
"Oh yeah, by the way, that money should be enough to renovate that 'place' you talked about. The rest should be enough for your survival." Oh. So that's where he was getting.
Well that's better than staying homeless…might as well.
"Alright, well…thanks. You guys."
The two nodded at him.
Right after that conversation ended, Adams turned his back to leave once and for all. And for the final time, a wave with his backhand as he walked straight, cluelessly almost. Before turning into a distant silhouette.
Them both however, remained hanging there, watching him like statues.
"So about that chase…" Lewis shattered that quiet. Darius side-eyed him.
"Who do you think's the traitor?" his gaze remained point sharp, like the horn of a rhino pointing at the night.
Darius sighed to it. Quiet and unpredictable on his tone. "It could be anyone from the kids," he says, "that's all I know."
"Yeah, and one of them's secretly halling up the 'Greens' information. They wanted Adams to be deadbeat. We've already went through that." He tucked his hands underneath his jacket, hiding them. "So what's the plan?"
Darius slowly turned.
"We'll investigate. And maybe use a bit more force."
"I see. Gotcha, gotcha."
"Oh, and Lewis…"
Lewis' eyes drove to the sides.
"Don't go loose on this. Reiba:12 is not a crew." Darius demands, lightness in his own voice.
The nonchalance in Lewis' eyes seem to drop, a glistening reflection on his eyes while his pupils quaked so slightly. "Hmph…Don't worry about me, man." He looks down, eyeing the rocks. "I've out of my old days."
Darius shrugged, "You better be…"
But as they were conversing, Adams already hired a taxi for a looong drive home. It's wheels rolling them away from the park, blending once again into the busy streets.
It was time for a fresh start…
It might go bad, and it might go good…but it's worth the try now.
" 'bout time I take a load off."
The big, gloomy, lights to his left— shining past, colouring his skin with each hue, almost as if they were telling him to stay still, and not go.
But staying here would be an expensive task. A whole lot of money.
Back home is better than the rest!
Adams smiled to just that thought. Going back to Silvi was happening right now.
...
...
...
But of course, what had happened back then...
"..."
Ibenzo Adams' heart sank deep. Deep into the dark ocean, where man wouldn't.