sweets and treats | bsd gn insert

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STUPID CHILDREN AND SAD CIGARETTES

lately, you've been feeling something you can't describe – like an unknown itch inside your throat that you can't get rid of, it's been piling up over the weeks since you've met your new friends - friends? you never really thought about what they were to you, the only thing you knew about them was that they were people that you now talk to on a daily basis. laying in your bed, you wait for the clock to strike 6' am. you decided, only for today that you'd take a day off - only to distract yourself from this icky feeling.

the clock blares, the red light flashing you.

immediately slamming the clock down, it stops its loud alarms. today, and only for today - will you rest.

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it's cold outside. you voice out, visible water-like vapour flowing past your lips as you speak. you envelope your arms with gloved hands. a chilled puff of air escapes your chapped lips as you watch a snowflake fall onto your nose. apparently, it's snowing - 'snow is nice, but it tastes weird though' you admit. you'd never expect for it to snow actually, it's been raining heavily these few months.

walking down the streets of Yokohama was something you couldn't do regularly, being stuck taking orders in the warmth of your cafe makes you feel like a shut-in. it's unbearable seeing couples, families and those with company walking by you. makes you feel a little lonely, but that doesn't matter, you believe.

'oh, there's that icky feeling again. why come up now?'

maybe the reason that you're feeling this way is because you are lonely, you don't want to believe that answer. you're in denial.

you walk and walk, kicking stones and whatever object that you manage to find in your line of sight. you arrive at an area where it exclusively says 'NO SMOKING!!!!!!!!' on the wall, though, you don't give two shits.

you take out a box and a lighter from your pocket, which is convenient for times like this. opening the pack you place a cigarette in between your index and middle finger, quickly lighting it on fire with your bedazzled, limited edition neon pink lighter. in the midst of your actions, you suddenly feel something running into the back of your calf, the sudden movement makes you burn your finger - rapidly shaking your hand you turn to look at the figure that just ran into you.

'where are this child's parents?' you instantly think, whilst scrunching your eyebrows and narrowing your eyes at the toddler. you stare at the child that fell onto the ground, watching him clutch his forehead. "hey! why did ya do that?!" the child yells with a slight accent, looking up at you with slight tears in his eyes.

"i didn't do anything though?" you confusedly reply, looking down at the injured child before continuing your smoking session away from the injured boy, basically ignoring his presence.

"yes you did — you hit me!" he angrily says, releasing his hands from his forehead to point at you. his forehead is tinted a bright red, a bit bruised too. he jumps up and down while pointing at his forehead, indicating that you should pay attention to him and look at the injury you caused.

"i'm not one to abuse children," you say with much honesty, not bothering to look at the annoyed boy as you continue to smoke in his sight. "you hit me!! you hit me!!" he yells out, ignoring your words as tears start bubbling up a little more where it could be seen as an overflowed cup of liquid; ready to spill.