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sipipu · 10 days ago

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"Well, hello there" (Pt.1)

It was an ordinary autumn day. Unremarkable than all the days before. The weather was cloudy outside, puddles from the rain and, in general, the landscapes from the window looked very damp and dreary.

A young man, aged 25, was looking out the window, lying on his cozy bed. He understood that he needed to get up and get ready for university, but the autumn melancholy makes itself clear. The man, however, sat down on his bed and tore his gaze away from the window.

His room was rather dim and cluttered: clothes worn since yesterday were lying on the floor; dirty dishes were on the table; as well as educational supplies were scattered all over the room, here and there. The man massaged his temples and got up from the heated bed, moving lazily and looking for his clothes.

From the closet he took out jeans worn in many places, and from the floor he took a T-shirt with his favorite rock band. After changing into this, he also picked up socks from the floor and pulled them on too. Having replaced his slippers with rather massive boots, the man began to look around in search of his favorite sweater, which he constantly carries, and a very expensive red scarf.

Having found all this, the man picked up his bag over his shoulder and left the room. Arriving in the kitchen, he put his bag on a chair and went to the bathroom to put himself in some kind of order. He can't go to university disheveled, right?

After tidying himself up, the man came out of the bathroom, tightening a tight ponytail on his head and pulling a bandage over his right eye. He decided not to have breakfast, hoping that he would be able to grab a snack bar or something like that during the break.

After leaving the apartment, the man locked the door behind him and went down the road that leads to the bus stop. Along the way, the man yawned, mentally complaining about such sleepy weather and cursing at himself for staying up too late at night reading some kind of thriller. Halloween is coming up, so he decided to immerse himself in the atmosphere of something creepy and scary. Although, to tell the truth, there is nothing scarier than our real life.

Entering the bus, the man showed a ticket saying that he was disabled to the driver, and went deep into the bus. He sat down at the very end, plugged the player into his headphones and began listening to music, watching the scenery change outside the window. Despite the fact that our hero does not like to label himself as a "disabled person", or a person with some kind of limitations, he could not help but take advantage of the fact that many things were available and free for him. He didn't like being pitied in his own direction, but sometimes he used it very brazenly to his advantage. We are all not without sin.

At one of the stops, another man ran in, apologizing to the driver for having to wait for him. Our hero drew attention to him, observing and examining.The man who entered was about the same height as him, only a centimeter, maybe 5 taller.He had a shaved head, but the hair itself was very dark in color. I wonder if he paints them, or is it a gift from nature? The man has a very bright tattoo on his face, in the form of a skull outline. It must have hurt to stuff it. He was dressed in clothes similar to our hero's, only his image was more brutal and also defiant: ripped jeans, army berets, a dark sweater with some kind of pattern and a very long sweater with a hood and his own sleeves. Our hero involuntarily thought that this man looked exactly like some kind of death in an old movie, and that interested him.

The stranger sat down opposite, slightly spreading his knees and exhaling in a relaxed manner. Apparently, he was in a hurry. I wonder if he goes to university too?

Their eyes met. It is clear that the stranger was also interested in our hero, and grinned, starting a dialogue:

- Well, hello there.

Our hero put away his headphones, turned on the player and also responded to the greeting with a nod.

- Did you have a little morning run?

- Huh, yeah. I don't live that close to the bus stops, so I had to run a little. , My name is Reaper, and yours?

- Geno.

They shook hands. Geno noticed that his hand was very cold, despite the fact that he was wearing rather warm gloves.

They continued to talk, discussing music and the current autumn landscape. Geno got the impression that they were old friends who could talk about everything that was possible and impossible.

When they got to the right stop, they said goodbye and Geno got off the bus. But after walking a couple of meters, he realized with chagrin that he had not taken the contacts of a new friend. He turned around, but the bus had already left. Sighing in frustration, he headed towards his university, wondering who this man was and how he was going to cross paths with him again.

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