However, on returning home. . .
Everything was the same. The same mess littered the room. The light struggled to enter and darkness settled in.
What's better, just back?Only silence could be heard, not a trace of life.However, Dust was not supposed to live alone. Indeed, it was Hiro's house. But, Hiro worked, as always, and his visits were rare.He tended to fall asleep on his lab desk, leaving Dust alone. It doesn't matter, I'm used to it, he said.
So he went to sit on the sofa. Dropping his head onto his back and staring aimlessly at the ceiling.
He's still not there.
He said he would come tonight.
He must be busy again.
I should maybe get out tonight.
Or maybe should I call him ?
No, he surely won't answer.
It will be for next time.
" It doesn't matter. "
Dust closed his eyes for a moment, when he opened them again, the moon was high in the sky, overlooked by stars. The only light in the room had come from the moon. Dust was just a grayish silhouette among the surrounding mess.
After a moment in the dark, he got up and went to change. He opted for something simple, pants, a t-shirt and a sweater. Once changed, he left the house, headphones in his ears.
It's going to rain.
Dust put his hood up, as the rain began to fall. The city lights were on, but Dust preferred the dark, poorly traveled paths. He walked forward, hands in his pockets.He had finally decided to go to Viktor's bar and spend the night there. "Like every time," he would say.
The night passed quickly, Dust hadn't slept all night, well, unless if five minutes count. He went out, Viktor was already there, looking through files with a calm but tired look. He greeted him wordlessly before leaving, but Viktor held him back.
"Wait a minute, Dust.
— What?
— How was your first real day? You totally dodged me yesterday.
— Sorry. . . I was tired. Dust's hands were shaking and Viktor noticed it then, he took his hands while looking into his eyes tenderly.
— You are shaking. . . What are you afraid of ?
— I will be late. . .
— You're an hour early. His gaze became insistent.Dust sighed for a moment before going inside and sitting down on one of the couches.
— I'm just afraid of breaking down. . .
— I see, Andreas still doesn't know?
— Not yet. . . I don't know how to tell her. His gaze began to focus on the ground.
— I see, it doesn't matter, you have plenty of time to tell her. As for the others, you don't have to worry. You are strong, Dust. Go. . . I'm not going to stress you out any more.
— Thank you, Viktor" Dust left the bar from the back and headed towards U.A.
A new day was about to start.But he knew that every day was going to be the same.
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Chinmoku's Tragedy (VOLUME 1) English adaptation
Fanfiction" You'll make it Dust, I believe in you. " These were the last words he spoke before he died some time later. Those were too many words, he was at the edge of the cliff and he fell. The fall was faster than expected, no turning back was possible fro...
