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  • He bought a bottle of wine, his mother's favorite. I didn't know this then.
    I walked as he skated slowly beside me, light in his eyes and a smile plastered across his face. He was a sweet boy, but i wasn't used to the taste of sugar. We continued to walk, passing through the cars that were moving so fast they only looked like paint smears in our paper world. We hopped a little gate, and sat on someone's dock along the canals. We spoke about boxes of existence, art and creation like we had a bigger plan than either of us had ever spoken about before. Kicking the water, contemplating stealing a canoe, a man hop over intruding on our little magical world of red stained lips. I saw him approaching and hopped up but the sugary boy took a little while to start gathering his things together and by that point the man in black with a nasty look on his face and sweat that smelled like whiskey and broken dreams already had his arm around him, forcing his breath in to the sugary boys ear "i'm out to kill tonight". "Up, get the fuck up", I yelled. He pulled him self up and hoped over to me, we quickly walked down the canal as we continued to hear the footsteps of the man in black following us and chuckling, screeching, "you can't run!". Now we run, the sound of my heart beat fills my head as we sprint down across the bridge and up the stairs of a restaurant that is closing. Hiding, on the steps of the shaky wooden, balcony we look down and the man in black has nearly caught up to us walking a steady pace making direct eye contact. He slowly but rapidly walks up the steps, with a knife in hand repeating i'm out to kill tonight. we dropped the sugary boys wine and he tried reaching for it at the feet of the man in black but he grabs it and is holding it in a flash of a second, he comes walking toward us tapping the wine bottle on his hand. Forcing every ounce of air out of my lungs I run and let out the biggest scream of my life. My sugary boy goes to deck him with his board and the man in black flashes away as if he was a florescent light bulb that needed to be burnt out. I fell into the sugar boy like a magnet being pulled an opposite pole, we stood there for a while as he held me, the world felt big, but very very small all at once, our little hearts pounding was the only sound I could hear as we stood there. I tried to convince a cable guy to drive us back home, but that didn't play out so well, so we shakily walked back to my door, shocked by the demons in our a little beach town. I gave him a hug good bye, and he didn't let go for a little while then turned away and floated on his board into the darkness. He he was a part of the night in that town...I didn't understand it. But he just floated down the long dark road, and put his head where he could. That sugary boy soon became mine, and I found out that he was only sugary cause he wanted to be.
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