From Enchanted to Enigma, and Finally Misery

[itsuki]

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[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 2px dashed #99FFFF; opacity: 0.7; width: 400px; height: 100px; color: #FFFFFF; overflow: auto] The nightlife of Shibuya... Ever so lively and bright. Lights everywhere flashed, it was so bright and light and lively, you'd think that by this time things would be slow and the night sky and stars would be noticeable with the full moon, well looky here. Store and restaurant signs and lights flashed and illuminated notably but not as much as the club lights did, it caught much attention. The young boy could see the long lines of them, with the bouncer, from where he sat against the wall of a restaurant wishing that he had enough money to get something from there. His body was limp, not wanting to budge from his seated position. But he should really get in a better position, so he did so, now in a cross-legged position and proceeded to watch the coming and going of the traffic and people, strangers and all. Maybe it was bad to come here, everything seemed to mock him. The fact that there were children with their parents or families happily treading along the sidewalk or eating at tables outside so people would have to be cooped up inside the eateries. their happiness mocked him. This boy, his name Itsuki Tenshi, currently had a black eye from being approached before he left the house, and scolded once more for no apparent reason and once again, accused of making his mother leave his father, it was all all lies. He did nothing, he was innocent. But he felt no rage, no anger, he was simply too miserable or just too much 'ripped apart' to feel any anger but only cursed himself for not being able to do anything about it boldly instead of the wuss he is. He just couldn't fight back like most did, his guard and everything had been destroyed allowing himself to be put down bit by bit without anything stopping him from going down. He tried to make what was best of it however, he tried, just tried his best to look at the bright side. He was intelligent, he did so well in school very well, he always listened and never let anything stop him from receiving his education. Still, he was being hurt from the inside out, the physical wounds are nothing but the wounds in his will, spirit, soul, he didn't believe these would ever heal at this rate. But he tried not to let it ruin his life even though it already is as of now, he also refuses to tell anyone what had been going on. He makes simple excuses about how he acts or about the marks on his body but then he's probably bullied about it, or maybe they won't buy it and he is constantly pestered about it. He ignores them at that point. His eyes fixated on one of the neon signs, in the trance of thought, and after snapping out of it he breathed a sigh and reached up to touch his blackened eye before pushing himself up to his feet, now leaned on the wall and trying to block out others that seemed to mock him. He knew it's only get worse at that point.

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