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[oumao]

"Confront your fear. If you don't run away from it, you're giving yourself a chance to discover that nothing's going to happen.»
- Treatment of panic attacks manual
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[oumao]

Night has long since fallen on the ground, wrapping the streets of the little-talked-about town in peace. The unusual morning rush of the small harbour town, caused by the arrival of the fishing boats from their week-long voyage, had ceased completely, and the noise of the people died down, leaving room for the songs of the crickets. The summer night is a real mother to travellers. On the narrow tarmac path, gliding under the light of the yellow streetlights, a male figure walked briskly, bag in hand, phone in the other and fatigue in his head. Terje tapped the screen confidently, hoping to locate the train timetable for the lonely station here. If he missed the last train, he would have to find a place to stay for the night. And at this particular moment, he would rather spend the night in the ravine than be annoyed by the presence of strangers questioning him about such a sudden visit to such an unfamiliar place.
His head was empty of thought, he was guided by his inner wolf, exhausted and thirsty, he was on his way to his goal of reaching the nearest major town and laying low for at least a few days, giving himself a chance to satisfy his needs and continue the run. He knew that time was not on his side right now. Swallowing his frustration, he followed simple plans without thinking too far ahead. And now he needed a ticket for the stupid train.
As the electronic timetable suggested, the last train was due in twenty minutes. Terje stopped, took a deep breath, set his bag on the ground, leisurely stretched himself, put the bag on his shoulder with a light movement of his hand and raced towards the station. The lights of the windows were not far away. Ran for five minutes, three minutes to buy a ticket and search for cash in the endless space of the bag, just a minute to buy water from the vending machine. Walked out onto the platform. Exhaled. The clock on his phone screen told him it was only ten minutes before they met the train. He wasn't alone; there were several small groups of young people on the platform, looking like students who were about to return to the city after a visit to their hometown. He opened the bottle of water he had just bought and drank it almost entirely. Terje stepped back to the far edge of the platform, not wanting to attract attention, and stared at the horizon. An endless line of rails ran in a thin line among the hills, shining with thin strands of silver. He waited patiently for the voice of the train.

 

[Rains.Forest]

Red stood waiting for the train, his red hair in his blue eyes, the wind was cold and the murmuring of people filled the air. He did everything he needed here. Red got rid of the loan sharks and paid someone to "handle them." Red stood there thinking of his next move. He has enough money to get himself a small apartment from collecting from loan sharks and doing some small side jobs. He wanted a normal life for once to live on his own find a stable job to escape all of this. Red Kai a 21-year-old loner, a trouble maker, an outcast, loneliness that's all he knew. To think of something new other than this hell of a life felt like a dream in its self. He didn't want to be alone in silence. All his "friends" used him for money or drugs. Red wants real friends just someone to say "I love you." the words he has never said or heard before. "Why couldn't I be a normal kid with a mom or a dad...?" That's all he thought day in and day out. "Why am I like this?" his head was engulfed with fantasies of what his mother or father would look like he dreamed of having a fun group of friends to go out with and have fun. Red thought of falling in love with someone, holding hands with them, being with them every day. Just longing to say those three words. ​

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He warmed himself up by rubbing his cold hands together his fingertips pink with cold. Red was someone that was hard to miss with his bright red hair that looked blood-stained and soft. People couldn't help but stare into his crystal blue eyes which they wouldn't know were contacts. He was insecure about his natural eye color. The deep brown color that looks carmel in the sun. He hated it. Red glared at a kid who was staring at him, and the kid was nearly in tears. He was scary to everyone even some of his "friends." He stood on the cold platform and saw the train going down the railroad tracks the whistle ringing his ears. Red got his stuff and he was ready for his new life.​

 

[oumao]

- Bon voyage. - Terje couldn’t help himself but smile on train passing by.
He loved to travel by train in his childhood, and now they bring him some fragile childhood memories which never fail to make him feel warmhearted. He shook his head slightly, trying to brush away the feeling that had come over him, and walked leisurely towards the head of the train. As he walked along the platform he noticed a young man with red hair and skimmed his gaze lightly over him, drawn by pure interest. He thought quickly, "Nice colour, I'd paint my car like that!". And a slight smile slid across his face, for he knew he won't have a car. Like a shadow he slipped into his carriage, which was quite busy. This train had a very long route to follow. He silently took his seat, away from the window and hugged his bag, intending to ride with it in his lap. An hour and he would be at his destination. Sleep was beginning to overtake him and he still had the strength to resist, trying to distract his weary head with simple observations. His gaze slid over everything he could reach, carefully avoiding people so as not to bring them unnecessary discomfort.

 

[Rains.Forest]

Red heard the compliment. It was different he never got compliments just insults. The only time people complimented him is when they wanted something. He was caught off guard. But he brushed it off and sat down his hood up hiding his face. Red closed his eyes and put a blanket over himself, the train ride wasn't that long but he wanted to be comfortable. He didn't see the face that gave him the compliment but the voice was soft yet loud and bright. He smiled a bit it was nice to get a compliment. He soon dozed off to sleep.

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