Roses, thorns, and blood

Love at first fight

TW: Mentions of abuse

I wrote something else, I'm not sure why it didn't save ;-;

It was sometime after six, and the shadows were no twice as long as themselves, the air was damp and cool, smelling faintly of a cars exhaust fumes. The sun dipped lower in the sky until the trees that lined the lane stood as black statues silhouetted against the darkening sky; slowly their shadows melted away into the blackness of the night. A waitress came up to his table "Were closing" was all she said before leaving again, and a part of techno was thankful. He quickly got up and shoved the door open. He stepped out into the cold winter street. Under the moonlight the avenue lay still. The heat of the day having been replaced by a cool breeze and techno sauntered under the trees with a sweater dangling from his arm. He moved between pools of streetlight, feet almost silent on the sidewalk still wet from the autumn rain. A pair of headlights came bouncing over the hill, a tall vehicle he longer to see coming into view 

The bus stopped beside him, doors opening with a hiss. Techno huddled himself on a window seat, knees drawn to his chest and eyes closed as he listened to a soft song. Today had been nothing short of chaos and he needed a breather. The rain hummed a rhythm on the pane, and techno leant his head against the glass; he wished to be anyone, anywhere, expect for here.

Techno liked being lonely. After all loneliness didn't scare him; it gave him the time to grow more resilient than anyone else. He often found himself looking around at everyone else-- Their friend groups, their perfectly imperfect lives. He could be in mars, or else invisible, but he is neither. He's always just there, looking onward with dwindled hope and his ancient mythology textbook tucked beneath his arm.

He knew not Everything lasts forever, and maybe that's the reason he had never bothered making friends or even talking to people at all. "People will only let you down" he remembered his mother once saying before she died, and never in his 17 years alive had he forgotten that. He never would
But back on the crimson chariot, Techno didn't have to live up to socials standards. Here, he was a nobody; that's all he wanted to be. Everyone was in their own little world, and nobody paid any mind to it. That's what techno loved the most about being in public-- He knew knew he would probably never see any of these people again; he could cry, scream, or laugh, and nobody would remember a thing by tomorrow

Eventually he stepped off the vehicle at his stop, waving politely at the sleep deprived bus driver thanking them quietly. He turned up his headphone volume and tucked his phone into his pocket, beginning to walk back to his house. He didn't want to have to face his dad, and his screaming and drinking. So instead of turning down his home street, he made a left and headed directly for the park. He had his eyes closed, assuming it was so late no one would be around. That's what they thought before running into something, and then feel something...warm grab him. The voice that followed was... soothing...angelic....

558 words, this was written in appreciation of creativitypan!