Suspicious

RIX's P.O.V.

Last night he left my leg wide open, while facing the door, where maniacs are waiting for a free viewing.

Apollo paid me for that fuck, how dare them sneak peak?

Those darns!

Harley came in after that, and I was already putting my clothes on. He drives away the perverted cooks while entering the storage room, where I’m in.

He asked me if I'm alright, but I really am. There's nothing to worry about me, I can take care of myself, and that’s it. I went home, with my pockets fully equipped.

People always ask me about being okay.

You know, it's not that bad if I experience not being okay because most of my days are like that.

It's inevitable, how could I change that fact?

I can't change anything.

But it's good that there's always a little light in the middle of darkness. There's always stars that shine in the dark galaxy.

It's not okay to be in the middle of the storm.

But it'll be more not okay if I dwell into it, or try to make myself believe I'm fine when I'm not.

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