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hey y’all
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story #1 (part 1/2)
He didn't really have emotions, just a cold emptiness inside his soul. Ironic, considering he was supposed to have the power to heal the world. It was a long story, but one he kind of enjoyed telling.
It started in Atlantic City, 1999.
Matthew sat in the crowded bar, sipping the slightly expired beer. His friends were celebrating his 16th birthday while he sat in the corner, fiddling with his phone. The night was still young, and he would normally be in the crowd with his friends.
If he wasn't so distracted. A man stood in the centre of the room, dancing with a scarlet-wearing girl, her hair whooshing around her face. His skin was blue in the club lights, his suit a strikingly dark contrast to his literally white eyes.
He couldn't focus and noticed that the man had ditched the girl, walking to the bar and getting a line of shots. His eyes kept skittering over the bar as if he was looking for someone.
Matthew downed his beer, wrinkling his nose at the aftertaste and walking to the bar. Let’s give the people what they want, right? He walked up to the man. smirking slightly and rested a hand on his shoulder, feeling the velvet fabric and realising that his skin was still a faint glowing blue.
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hey there
welcome to my blog!! im very into:
space
writing
filling up notebooks
cats
yellow aesthetic
~ maya ✦
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