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You know who you are.. You know it breaks my heart everytime I think about you? And leaving me was so sudden. So unexpected. Why did you hurt me like this? I think about you often and I still pray for you. Please come to me and let's forget all that. I just miss you. You were one of my closest friends.. Come back to me..
"What did I do?..."
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“Are you an angel?”
"What?"
"An angel. I’ve heard the deep space pilots talk about them. They’re the most beautiful creatures in the universe. They live on the moons of Iego…”
Iego, named the Planet of a Thousand Moons, was a planet located in the Extrictarium Nebula in the Outer Rim Territories. Due to the obscurity of the Nebula, Iego did not appear on any starcharts. It was home to the subterranean Maelibi species, as well as thousands of stranded spacefarers who had been lured to the planet by the Diathim—a spaceworthy species that resided on Iego’s thousand moons.The inhabitants of Iego’s moon Millius Prime, Diathim (also called Angels), were vibrant, flying creatures that were said to be of legendary beauty, the most beautiful creatures in the universe. Sometimes, they would venture out of their planet’s orbit, causing spacers to crash into the planet of Iego. Despite their tendency to provoke starship accidents unwittingly, the Diathim were described as both gentle and benevolent by those spacers who propagated the legend of the angels.
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Byunghun’s eyes curved up in amusement as he laughed silently. “Manly boost. I like the sound of that.” Lips parting in surprise at the offer, he quickly shook his head. “No, no, I couldn’t. It’s yours, and I mean… Well, I suppose we could share it..?”
"Yeah.. that sounds good," he nodded down at you with a little grin, taking the cigar from you and watching you while he took a slow, heavy drag, keeping the smoke in his mouth as he handed back the cigar. His head leaned back against the wall and he closed his eyes for a few moments before letting the smoke slip out from the crack between his lips. "Cigars make me high enough. I don't know why anyone could need weed when cigars exist."
His lips quirked up in a crooked grin, and he nodded. “Yeah, I suppose that’s true. Though you do always hear about those people who are ‘young at heart’. I feel a little jealous of them sometimes.” He lifted his eyebrows curiously, straightening and getting to his feet before he took hold of the cigar. “Mm, really? I’d like to think I am a man, but…” He trailed off, holding the foreign object to his lips, and he inhaled from it, caught off guard by the flavour that filled his mouth for those few moments before he pulled it away. “Huh… You’re right, that is pretty different. It’s not what I expected at all.”
"I like to think I am too, but sometimes I need a little manly boost," he chuckled, watching you experience the cigar. "You finish that, it looks like you need it more than I do. I mean, if you like it, of course."
Looking up in surprise, Byunghun inclined his head for a moment politely, offering a small, wry smile from where he was, crouched against the wall. “Maybe I’m not as young as I may look, at heart.” His impaired gaze drifted to the cigar and he shook his head as he replied, “Ah, no, I’ve never tried one. Is it much different..?”
"Aren't we all?" he chuckled a bit, smoke puffing from his lips at each word. He looked at his cigar, then handed it to you. "It's richer, even has a bit of flavor to it. Plus it'll make you feel like a man."
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It’s that time of the night, I suppose. { He mumbles to himself, puffing his cheeks out before he sighs tiredly and runs a quick hand through his hair, the other holding a cigarette to his lips } My favourite time, yeah.
He leaned against the brick wall near you, puffing on his own cigar. "You look more troubled than you should be for someone your age. Ever try a cigar?"
"It's okay.. I'm just killing my time." Once more his gaze dropped, shoulders shifting slightly to loosen his stiff limbs. "It's late. Why are you outside walking on your own?" A foolish question but it would further the conversation wouldn't it? Dad would be happy to see his boy at least attempting to be social again.
"I worked late tonight," he smiled a little and took his hands out of his pockets to do something with them, satisfying himself with rubbing them together. "You look younger than me, why are you outside at this time of night by yourself?"
"Thorn." His lips barely parted as he responded, misty slate blue hues lifting to catch the other's gaze before he offered the shiest of smiles. "What's your name?" It was only proper to ask, after all they had gained knowledge of his name.
"Thorn," he repeated your name to remember it. Somehow it didn't surprise him, a mysterious name to fit a mysterious boy. What did surprise him was your shy little smile. He couldn't help but smile a bit more. "My name is Godfrey. It's nice to meet you," he said softly, keeping his eyes up at you. "I'm sorry for interrupting your game, Thorn. It looked fun, hm."
Interrupted of his childish game he lowered one foot back to the cement before swinging the other to level himself, his gaze quick to drop as well. Silent, he too dug his fists into his large wool knit sweater, wind sweeping through his hair to make it even more of a mess. He was never one to be good with conversation, especially when it came to strangers.
He waited for an answer, but received none. Your mystery left him feeling only a little intimidated, but it was mostly because you were up so high. "What is your name?" It was a simple question, but he figured it would be an easier one.
"Go right ahead. No need to ask me for a photo, you are the one who allowed me to draw this. I can always draw you a second one to keep if you would like?" She slides the notebook onto your lap as she waits patiently for you to take a picture of it.
"How about..." he trailed off while focusing on taking a steady picture, then grinned at you and turned his phone around for you. "How about you give me your number and we hang out again, that way you can draw me and I can ensure that we'll meet again."
"One. Two. Three. Four..." Continuing to softly count the boy balanced himself along the thin railing that bordered along the cities garden, his arms outstretched in means to help his core keep concentration. He most certainly looked silly, one being a boy nearing the coming age of twenty and second he was drenched in black from head to toe; minus the fire of his hair of course.
He'd noticed you, of course. It was the red hair that caught his attention, seeing as your black clothing almost blended you into the night. Really, it was none of his business, but your little game looked precarious and he thought you might fall.
"Are you having fun?" he spoke with a soft chuckle, coming up to walk along the railing next to you, but didn't bother you about your safety. You looked old enough to know the dangers of falling off. He had his hands in the pockets of his fitted jacket, curled into loose fists to keep his fingers warm.
