He Left With Nothing

He was running away in the middle of the night, trying to escape his hellish reality. In that dark forest, he clutched his bag to his chest. Far away there was a small light glancing at him, leading the way to the end of the jungle. He couldn’t see clearly that far clearly as he lost his glasses while running. A gleam of light shone in front of his eyes, making him desperate to reach that beam of light like a mayfly. He sped up, hoping to end his sufferings, checking around to see if anyone’s there, tumbling over a puddle, spraining his left ankle. He couldn’t let a sound off his mouth. Withstanding the pain, he kept on leaping around that sprained ankle. Eventually, he saw that beam of light up close. It was the street light of the road where the forest ends. He panted, drooping on the ground, sweat and dirt dripping all over his face. He left a long sigh, murmuring, “I reached the end! Now no one can find me.” Though it wasn’t the end of his escape, he took

  In their small basement apartment, Ryan leaned against the wall, staring out the window. It was raining outside nonstop for two days. They had only one bedroom, where he sat, seeing the droplets coming down both outside and inside from the ceiling.   It was usual for him to stay hidden when his father lost it, as his mother told him he stayed put, locked from the inside. No one can hear their mother screaming and begging, but he had to withstand those screams, to live another day. He can imagine how his father was beating her mother, but a fifteen year scrawny boy can’t beat him, even if he tries. To save him, her mother sacrificed herself every day. And like a coward, he just heard her screaming and crying.  He was still in the first year of high school, dropped out months ago. His family couldn’t afford to send him there. His father wasn’t like this to begin with. But after losing his job, he somehow became crazy, drinking all day, spending

  Luke tended the coffee cup to pour a delighted fountain of cream, swirling the milk stream to make a beautiful design, teaching his new employee his first lesson on cappuccino. Ryan followed everything like Luke did, but somehow it looked like a plain coffee with a white bulge floating in the middle. As he chuckled, Ryan turned red, shame flushed over his cheeks, “There, there, don’t be ashamed, it’s your first time. Let me teach more practically.” He poured another cup of coffee, pushing it to him, “Here, make another one, but…” When Ryan picked up the cream to make it again, Luke went behind him to grab his right hand tenderly, other hand on his shoulder, teaching him exactly how to swirl it to make a perfect cappuccino. This time he smiled, not on his employee’s failure but a fruitful success. Both of them smiling, Luke advised him to make another one when someone scoffed behind them. “Uhmm, uhmm,” a girl came in wear

“Sorry, I’m extremely sorry, ma’am,” Ryan apologized, bending over to bow again and again. “Do you think your apology can mend my car? Call your manager right at this moment!” a middle-aged woman glared her eyes out, waving her chiffon gown, her face twisted like a pretzel, she shouted at Ryan who was shivering at her yell. He shook as she stomped her feet in anger, declaring, “You’ll lose your job, just let your boss come, heh,” she folded her arms, scanning up and down this poor employee.Her expression twisted the more time passed by. He noticed her walking in a circle, waiting for his boss. Her elegant face was as fair as milk, with a small beauty mark on the corner of her lower lip. Stressed out, Ryan thought he should do all those pending works, already knowing his faith, he was sure he had to leave this job.The moment he turned around to go back to washing the tires, that woman stood up, throwing the chair with her gown, making Ryan flinch, she shouted, “O Ash

Ryan’s phone rang at some anonymous text message. He opened the text, walking towards his friend to settle down there. He had to talk to him. It was Linda. He never saved her number. He sat next to Darius on the bed, checking the text, “Hey babe. Come by 7:00 PM this Wednesday at Golden Restaurant. Don’t forget,” with a kiss alongside a wink emoji. It’s been a long time since he met his old friends, but it felt strange to meet them again. After these two years, they all might’ve forget him already. He shoved his phone back to his pocket without even bother to reply her, turning to Darius, but he fell sound asleep. Ryan tried to pull the blanket over to cover Darius, but his first try went to failure. Not thinking straight, he pulled it again. It seemed to be glued to the corner of the bed. He tugged again when he noticed Darius rubbing his eyes. He woke up at the tug of war between Ryan and the blanket. He sat up straight on the bed beside Ryan, when