Here With Me

Chapter 2: You Can't Run

So, school's back. Ugh. Should've posted this earlier in the summer. Anyways, I hope you're having a good day! I was, until my room was taken over by my sister and I had to sit in my closet listening to Steven Universe soundtracks.

Above is Sin's haircut. That is NOT how Sin looks. His skin is more tan, and his hair is jet black. You'd see the tattoos on his arm and creeping onto his hands. And he doesn't have facial hair.

As always, please enjoy!

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Sin P.O.V

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I began making the long trek back to my car, so I could drive home.

My house was located pretty far away from the city buzz, which I appreciated. Greatly. Isolated from the commotion and disruptiveness of the city, my two story, three bedroom, two and half bathroom house was out in a more rural area. I had my own land surrounding my house, which I kept in a pretty normal, wooden fence. The long ones you see on ranches. Despite living alone, I enjoyed the solidarity that came with having a huge house. I loved routine, and followed one daily.

My two doberman guard dogs, Zeus and Apollo, kept anyone and everyone away from my land. They were well-trained, and knew not to jump the fence. They were the only company I would tolerate, as they somehow knew better than humans how to leave me alone when I wanted it.

My pitch black Audi R8 was waiting for me where I left it, in front of the park. I saw a couple of teenage girls sitting on the hood, taking selfies, and found great pleasure in using my car keys to make the car alarm go off. The girls jumped up, and quickly walked away. An amused smile twitched the corners of my lips as I crossed the street and got to my car.

I opened the door and slid in, effectively turning off the alarm. Shutting the door behind me, I pressed the engine start button, making the car purr to life. The chilly night air sunk into my skin, causing me to turn the seat warmers on.

After putting my seatbelt on, I switched from park to drive, hit the gas, and pulled out of my parking space. I cruised through the streets for a good five minutes, rolling down my windows and just winding down from my busy day. I had collected from three people, delivered the money, and dealt with one not so happy customer. Then getting another job so soon was just...

I needed a chance to relax before diving back into my hectic life. I slowed to a stop at a red light, and pulled another fag from my pocket. I lit it, and held it in my left hand while keeping my right on the wheel. I only briefly took it off the wheel to go to my bluetooth, and press play. Music instantly filled the car, and I'm sure it poured from the windows.

The light switched to green, and I pressed down on the gas. As I turned through the familiar streets, I hummed to the music while taking occasional drags of smoke, making sure to exhale out the window. Seats that smelled of cigarette smoke were less than appealing.

A song that brought fond memories came on, making a faint smile twitch at the corners of my lips.

I don't want a friend. I want my life in two.

I hummed softly to the song, turning onto the freeway swiftly. I picked up speed, the street lamps flashing by as blurs.

When I'm around slow dancing in the dark, don't follow me you'll end up in my arms.

The smoke whipped out the window, flying away as I sped down the highway.

Give me reasons we should be complete.

I switched lanes, cutting in front of some slowpoke, ignoring as they honked at me.

Can't you see? I don't wanna slow dance, in the dark...