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LUX ROGUE, a mystery.
Blunt yet secretive, unreadable yet so see-through. No one knew why she felt the way she felt, but they knew how she felt. If she were mad, everyone could tell. But they could never decipher the reason why.
The only person who could? Well, that was John Lydon. Not Johnny Rotten, but J.L.
Johnny Rotten was a frenemy of Rogue. At first, the two were acquaintances who hated the way the other lived. However, as time passed and the web forced them to interact and share rooms ever so frequently, they became friends. Never admitting it— just silently agreeing within their own sharp minds, that they were true friends. If not more. It all happened so fast...and so slow at the same time.
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They sat there, smoking cigarettes at five in the morning. Before the sun that would be covered by the thick clouds even came up. The only light being the withering street light and the butt of their shared cigarette. It was a one-time occurrence that soon became a go-to activity for the pair.
They'd speak. Speak about the band, their past, and the mad manager of the Pistols. And when it came time to speak on the future, it never came up. As if they knew it would not be a thing they'd experience together. In truth, they hadn't the slightest idea of it. If anything, both young woman and man wished hopefully that they would.
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The 1960s were a nightmare for youth, the 1970s were a tragedy for the now same but slightly older, more forgotten youth.
Drugs, alcohol, money, and anger filled the void they once felt while with their parents or lack of. It replaced the feeling of neglect and below-par lifestyle they lived in their corrupt country. But the sadness never left, it bloomed in early childhood and rooted deep, impossible to claw out.
Some hid it well, some hid it horribly.
And some did both. Like Lux Rogue herself.
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She was thin, wrongly thin. It was a mix of natural and forced. But the mass of her body was not caused by her own insecurities. As it seemed the girl lacked any regarding her physical appearance. It was due to her mind. She had always been a picky eater, despite not having much of a choice on what her meal of the day would be. As many in England lived and suffered in mass poverty.
The girl wasn't used to most foods, only having a select group to choose from. She wasn't getting any protein, no meat, barely any dairy, and she absolutely refused to ingest beans.
Lux Rogue relied on bread, water, cigarettes, and canned fruits. The girl never tried to experiment on foods, as she knew what would happen. Her tongue would feel the texture of the new foods, and immediately alert her gag reflex. No one cared to help with this issue, and she could not afford a doctor.
She relied on herself and only herself, never complaining. After all, her last name was not Rogue for no reason.
Until— John Lydon came around. Asking too many questions, getting into her head like a pesky rodent into a flat. One day, the annoying, overly pompous boy realized what this girl's issue was. And that very day, he ignored all of the annoyance he thought he had for her, which he held on the surface. Ignoring his discontent and deciding to spend a week figuring her out and working her through trying these new things.
If she kept going on eating the way she did, she'd get sick and die. Even if he was deemed Rotten by the media and his peers, he wouldn't— no, he couldn't let her die.
He saw through her hard exterior, just as she saw through his.
In the end...only a few years later, would these efforts prove to be worth it? Or would it end up being a waste of their, or rather, his years?
They'd spent so long and come such a long way to go from adversaries, to acquaintances, to friends, to lovers...just to go back to friends.
