The Dream Boy

feel like a downgrade, but who cares? It's all that I can afford now anyway.

l LAX, I put my suitcase down and looked around. The living room was a barren wasteland, save for an

l have to work," I

g myself a few times, all went according to plan... I mean, It's just weird calling this place "home". It wa

ade my way up to the rooft

mong those furious days. The roof was vacant as the lights in the city st

ding in the corner. My heart fluttered and

d. Not that I can blame anyone; a

familiar touch and that brought me some relief, but this strange dread only seemed to compound. Every time my foot tapped down the ha

ith blond hair and intense blue eyes. His fine clothes seemed o

ser. "Hello?" I c

espo

y. Who was this man, and what was his reason for being h

fore I could say one more word and there was nothing but bafflement in my lungs, everything else follo

self, "Come on; you must be imagi

e. Brushing off the creepiness, I assured myself it w

silver token my mother had given me on my eighteenth birthday, she said would protect me. I have not removed it since the day they died. I sometimes

he? And why suddenly he just disappeared? Those questions p

ough this cruel world. Since my parents died, li

ent that barely qualifies as shelter. Isn't it ironic, ho

ke a flimsy lifeboat being launched against the tide. And I need stability so badly. The weight of the responsibility took me back to my past. For work to do, groceries t

ss, kicked onto the street from yet another temporary shelter. I am resolute as I walk toward

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destroys everything, other times? Fixes all issues so effortle

this field. Experience is an issue here. We hope your day goes well." It was the call of ridiculousness, as ty

iles, the same tired questions, and that inevitable sentence: "W

Those days an awful day was fixed with a hug from my mum or words of wisdom from my dad. Now I am left with nothing to lean against but silence, an empty flat haunted only by their absence. My feet shuffled on the concrete

ral. When the condolences stopped the reality of being alone finally sank in.

. So I asked myself... What the hell am I going to do next- Gather cans on my unicycle? Why not?!- Oh well...I don't have th

ever going to get a break," I muttered, staring up at the ceiling.

of the funk for a little bit. I scrambled to the bathroom, at this point, I was

ace under the pathetic little flow, trying to wash away a sense of disappointment as I reminded myself that I was still alive for at lea

ning air was a welcome relief, and I hoped that would do the trick for my mind. City lights had started

pering underneath but I was already somewhere else ... lost in my thoughts, with images flickering like a reel inside me-t

the edge of the roof... My heart skipped a beat

uck? Why is he st