ᵀᵘᶰᵉ ᵞᵒᵘʳ ᵀʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗᶳ
— himitsu-takara — roaringspxrit — canxor —
— pinkunokotori — kohneko — αѕктнєнαιηє02тωιηѕ —
ﾓveryone has different escapes from situations and thoughts. His escape isn't music. The source of these hidden feels undesirable to dwell in were from the causes of assumptions and curiosity. He doesn't want to believe his thoughts to be true and he won't spill these thoughts, not to a close friend either.
He scratches his shoulder, breathing in too much air until he coughs down. He had plans today which involved music, but he risked himself and decided against it. There was no fight at home, he only desires to spend time alone with no family involved.
Out from a daze, Kaito finds himself in the subway. The vehicle speeds off and he leaves at the first stop. He's someplace an hour and a half away from home, a solid ninety minutes. He cautiously walks further away from the station and heads up the steps to the open. Luxurious vehicles are riding off and women in rich clothes are talking together. He looks down at himself, a young man wearing a nice pair of solid black denim jeans fooling eyes to appear like formal pants. The loose cardigan and grey blue tee are alright but aren't as fancy.
Winding up in this city excites him a little, the sun is setting and the big lights are going to be lit up. If only he had on his best clothes, he could feel like a rich man and chat it up with anyone he meets.
