73 The Cigarette Boy

Lil

Not born taciturn and probably not verbose. If the topic wasn't really important, then there wasn't use talking about it. Therefore, I teleported to or behind the wall where the boy who was destined to fight me was. There he was. A tall boy wearing a printed, plain blue shirt, striped trousers, blue hat and black slippers. Sitting on the same bench beside him, was a girl wearing a printed plain white shirt, mauve pants and a green slippers. Her hair was tied together by a pink band. Except them, there was no more people here, maybe because it was already midday and the sunlight was so warm.

The smoke from the cigarette of the boy which was the third person who should die was floating in the polluted air. I didn't know why there were many people wasting their money in insignificant things. Those people could not see themselves amidst the smoke in the morning, they chose to buy cigarettes rather than foods, clothes or significant things. In effect, it made me think if which was impo