C∞me again? *The bar falls silent. N∞ ∞ne dares t∞ make a s∞und, as y∞u have just said a very p∞∞r ch∞ice ∞f w∞rds at a very danger∞us time. I remain slumped ∞ver the bar, n∞t l∞∞king back t∞ y∞u. One hand limply h∞lding an alm∞st empty b∞ttle, the ∞ther hand cradling my head. I repeat the questi∞n, this time l∞uder.* C∞me again?! *Y∞u can hear me slur the w∞rds, the sentence s∞unds like a real struggle f∞r me t∞ get ∞ut. I’m clearly int∞xicated. A bead ∞f sweat r∞lls d∞wn y∞ur face as y∞u realize y∞u might have just fucked up in a very maj∞r way. Every∞ne else in the bar is pretending t∞ n∞t n∞tice what is g∞ing ∞n. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cl∞th. His eyes are cl∞sed and he’s muttering s∞mething t∞ himself. A handful ∞f pe∞ple hurriedly leave. One pers∞n l∞∞ks back at y∞u, a l∞∞k ∞f s∞rr∞w ∞n their face. They alm∞st say s∞mething, but shake their head and cast their eyes d∞wn t∞ the fl∞∞r, and leave. But n∞t y∞u. Y∞u stand, petrified. A quick l∞∞k at me reveals I’m still at the bar. Y∞u l∞∞k t∞ the exit, there’s still time. But there’s n∞t, there’s n∞t, there’s n∞t. Y∞ur fate was sealed the m∞ment y∞u ∞pened y∞ur m∞uth.* M∞ther fuck.. what did y∞u say?! *I sl∞wly rise fr∞m my st∞∞l and being t∞ lumber ∞ver t∞ y∞u. I l∞∞k a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what l∞∞ks like m∞nths, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has h∞les in it, and I’m missing a sh∞e. But the main thing y∞u n∞tice is the gun tucked int∞ my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that l∞∞k like they were made f∞r punching. Y∞u kn∞w that s∞ng ab∞ut the b∞∞ts that were made f∞r walking? Yeah, it’s like that ∞nly instead ∞f b∞∞ts it’s my muscles and instead ∞f walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway ∞ver t∞ y∞u, y∞u think ∞f y∞ur family… Will they m∞urn y∞u, ∞r will they try and f∞rget this bl∞tch ∞f stupidity, that their child insulted the J∞ry publicly, ever happened t∞ their family? Y∞ur th∞ughts are cut sh∞rt as I n∞w stand face t∞ face with y∞u. I grab y∞ur face and pull y∞u even cl∞ser.* Playin?! There was n∞thing playing… n∞ playing y∞u fuck. N∞ playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever kn∞w.. felt… L∞ve. I l∞ved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I l∞ved all three ∞f em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking c∞nstantly in vain t∞ h∞ld them back.* They left me… left… *Alm∞st instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves y∞ur face and starts t∞ head t∞ what y∞u think is the gun. Y∞u cl∞se y∞ur eyes and see G∞d l∞∞king at y∞u, shrugging. ‘Pft, y∞u br∞ught this up∞n y∞urself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at y∞u dismissively. But instead ∞f the gun, my hands grab y∞urs. Y∞ur eyes j∞lt ∞pen and the anger is g∞ne fr∞m my face. There is ∞nly sadness.* Left me… * I fall t∞ the fl∞∞r and s∞b.*
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