So, once upon a time there was a little city called Alexandria, it was mostly known in the country by the city of honey, an alternative meaning for the city of flaming love, a city so famous by its lovers and whiskey and pretty girls. But, none of its love stories mattered but one, the same exact one I am about to tell.On a February night the 25th of February to be exact or as called, the night of the cupid angels, the night of pureness, the night of lost souls finding each other, the night of dreaming, and most importantly... the night of flaming love, the night where the tyrant and the pretty queen fell into the mystic dream.One day a guy goes by the name of Wolf Angus went out running in the rain not thinking straight and definitely not caring as to whether if he were to catch a cold, he had more important matters to worry about and truth be told he was a cunt so even when it came to catching a cold he didn't give a shit, meaning nothing ever worried him and most certainly not death. He was the kid that stood with open arms welcoming death, to make it simple, he never felt anything so life was meaningless. To feel that you're alone in a big arse world is to die a million times in a moment. But god, he wasn't alone that night and that scared him even more and that was the only time he ever felt anything.For the little tyrant never even felt fear, so as he was running and wandering in the cold with his music in his ears, the indie rock music, his little glimpse of heaven, he reached his destination but the pretty queen was late and that worried him but it was for the best as the little two still had souls so they hated humanity's worst satanic invention the "phone" so all they did was set up a meeting point and they met there every time, but every time it was her waiting for him except this one time, the queen had put up an extra effort into her outfit so that she could impress him. Little did she know that the tyrant was mesmerized every time by how pretty she was and that she didn't even need to try to be extra because god she was overwhelmingly pretty, her gorgeousness was beyond the simple human words.And so the boy just stood there at where they were supposed to meet, smoking his cancer, wearing his mother's ripped trench coat, looking lifeless as always, he stood there for like 30 minutes to be exact and as he was standing there smoking his cigarettes he saw the pretty girl approaching from far away and suddenly everything turned into slow motion, in his mind he was screaming at that moment 'wake me up I am dreaming and I can't swim.' He quickly threw his cigarette into the ground whilst he still had a grip on reality and like the wind he went out bursting into her as if he saw his mother, the only thing he ever cared about, after approaching her with the biggest I missed you smile, he gave up his arm in the air so that she can clutch it like always and then they both started laughing, and lord like always she was really pretty with her coat, little hand bag, and beautiful brown pants, as always the moment they instantly were together with their arms connected , time and space started working differently and it was as if they were both on drugs, the good kind of drugs, not like there is any good kind, but you get my point. As they were both walking in front of the beach like always, he looked at her with the 'I love you' smile on his face and told her: "hey you look really pretty today." she replied saying: "you look nice" with the prettiest smile on her face.They were saying so many thing at that exact moment, but not a single word was spoken, like always their souls were sitting far away in a cafe in the middle of the sea where no one could ever find them, they were talking and talking and talking for eternities, but just that night something seemed different, the moon looked different, and her soul was brighter than ever, as they were walking the boy heard something behind him on the streets he quickly twisted his head around to check what happened and he saw that a guy almost hit a woman crossing the wide streets of Alexandria, so he looked to the pretty queen and asked her if she could stay there for a second then he went to ask the guy if he needed any help and also asked him what happened.The guy said: "just a lady crossing the streets, thank you sir for your concerns." the boy replied saying: "you're welcome." and quickly rushed back to the pretty woman, she clutched his arm again and told him he looked pretty from far away so he laughed and asked her: "hey does that mean that I am ugly from up close ?" she replied saying: "no silly you look pretty either way."They both giggled and kept on walking till they just wanted to sit in front of the sea, he held her hands as they crossed the rocks and then they both just sat there in peace looking at the sea and gazing at each other's soul, it was a moment of pure peace and happiness, it was the moment where the soulless tyrant felt his soul, it was so peaceful, so filled with happiness and joy, so so dipped in love.And that when the boy missed out on kissing a pretty girl, that was how he earned the title the foolish boy.They eventually got up, went back and she clutched his arm this time and laid her head on his shoulder as they were walking, with his ugly voice he wanted to impress her so he started singing an old Egyptian folk song, and oh lord she was really happy, people looked at them and even the people saw how happy they were so they were able to tell that even the random people in the streets of Alexandria were happy for them.It was already getting too late so it was better if he had just walked her home, and that's what he did. After reaching their destination, the day was over and it was time for the queen to leave. She ended up letting go of his arm and god it was as if she was letting go of her soul, then she stood right in front of him with her eyes tearing up screaming I love you to him again not a word spoken out of her mouth, and that was when the boy had realised: 'god what is this feeling? am I in love, I feel alive, I can breathe, I am not drowning anymore!' she heard my screams, she is fucking taking my hand, she is saving me.
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RomanceSo, once upon a time there was a little city called Alexandria, it was mostly known in the country by the city of honey, an alternative meaning for the city of flaming love, a city so famous by its lovers and whiskey and pretty girls. But, none of i...
