7 things I Know about Him (aka writing exercise for school once again turned into weird K fanfic)
The Wineglasses
At the end of the day, or when he has nothing to do, he’s usually stand behind the bar counter, polishing the many wineglasses, whether they need it or not. It’d started long before his best friends died, but it’s more frequent now.
The Sunglasses
Years earlier he began wearing them, but there wasn’t a prescription on them. Maybe he just wore them to make it a little harder to see his eyes. He never wanted to let anyone see the sadness there, wanting to help them through their own sadness instead.
The Knight
When his friend asked him years ago what chess piece he thought he was, he’d answered “the knight”. He thought he’d always be there to protect the other two and their little family of misfits. He never thought maybe his protection wouldn’t be enough.
The Fish
When his friend had brought back fish tanks and fish, he’d refused to let him set them up in the bar. That had lasted for all of a few days before he had let him set up the fish tanks, grumbling that he’d end up feeding them instead of the friend who’d bought them.
The Lighter
Just before he got into high school, his uncle gave him a lighter. He kept it, flicking the top occasionally when he thought about things. It wasn’t terribly surprising when he started smoking before high school ended. It might’ve been remembrance for that same uncle.
The Ascot
When he no longer needed to wear a tie as part of a uniform, he started wearing an ascot all the time. They were varied, but he never left home without something tied around his neck, tight or loose.
Fantasies
Sometimes he mentioned wanting to see them again. His best friends were taken from the world, from him, within two weeks of each other. It’s been a year, but sometimes he thought he could still hear their voices, talking with each other and calling him over to them. He thought he’d like seeing them again, but he wouldn’t leave the others left behind and didn’t want to join them where they were. He wished for a world where they were still alive, still laughing, still next to him. He wondered if they were still here as ghosts, watching him and the others as they grieve and continue to live. He smiled sadly and continued on his way. No point fantasizing when he still had to live.
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The Wineglasses
At the end of the day, or when he has nothing to do, he’s usually stand behind the bar counter, polishing the many wineglasses, whether they need it or not. It’d started long before his best friends died, but it’s more frequent now.
The Sunglasses
Years earlier he began wearing them, but there wasn’t a prescription on them. Maybe he just wore them to make it a little harder to see his eyes. He never wanted to let anyone see the sadness there, wanting to help them through their own sadness instead.
The Knight
When his friend asked him years ago what chess piece he thought he was, he’d answered “the knight”. He thought he’d always be there to protect the other two and their little family of misfits. He never thought maybe his protection wouldn’t be enough.
The Fish
When his friend had brought back fish tanks and fish, he’d refused to let him set them up in the bar. That had lasted for all of a few days before he had let him set up the fish tanks, grumbling that he’d end up feeding them instead of the friend who’d bought them.
The Lighter
Just before he got into high school, his uncle gave him a lighter. He kept it, flicking the top occasionally when he thought about things. It wasn’t terribly surprising when he started smoking before high school ended. It might’ve been remembrance for that same uncle.
The Ascot
When he no longer needed to wear a tie as part of a uniform, he started wearing an ascot all the time. They were varied, but he never left home without something tied around his neck, tight or loose.
Fantasies
Sometimes he mentioned wanting to see them again. His best friends were taken from the world, from him, within two weeks of each other. It’s been a year, but sometimes he thought he could still hear their voices, talking with each other and calling him over to them. He thought he’d like seeing them again, but he wouldn’t leave the others left behind and didn’t want to join them where they were. He wished for a world where they were still alive, still laughing, still next to him. He wondered if they were still here as ghosts, watching him and the others as they grieve and continue to live. He smiled sadly and continued on his way. No point fantasizing when he still had to live.