Trash

Step. And a gust blew some papers.

Another step. And a bird bombarded.

Then another step. A washing machine blew out all that it contain. From there flew a pair of dirty sock, jazzy fuzzy underwear, cheap broken english t-shirts. All toward a random subjects, in which it all became the seed in creating a link in the infinite chain of chaos.

Finally, another step. And chaos is love. Chaos is life.

"Dude, no matter how many times i see your ability, i'm still amazed."

"More like a curse, and yeah, it is amazing."

"No, dude, think positive! If you're the villain, you'll be the strongest one out there."

"I'd rather not. And, hey, it's our turn now."

And so, another step was taken. All for the sake of  some french fries and a happy meal.

"Dude, you're seriously buying a happy meal?"

"So what? It's the limited edition!"

"Yea, i know you like that somehing-48, but still."

"To regret buying, or to regret not buying, i think i prefer the first one."

"True, true."



"Thank you for waiting, 2 french fries, a happy burger, and Nabila idol-figure, thank you for your patronage."

And thus countless of steps was made by protagonist. Leaving behind the trail of what was once serene grace. All up to his house.

"Ok, dude, see ya."

"Don't forget the game!"

"I won't!"

And so the main character ended today.