Chapter – 180
The fireworks are chaos and predictability - their explosive gifts finding their own time and space to own. As they do, I am the spectator, the one seeing their blazing trails arc above. There's something about them that warms me even in the cold, as if their stray sparks passed into my blood.
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I stood up abruptly, scraping my chair back and running down unnoticed to the hallway and then straight to the toilet. But no one noticed as the fireworks got off in the sky. I was running as a chicken from a chicken noodle restaurant. Feet close together to ease the pain my growling stomach inflicted, taking over my all-other senses. Just as I reached the toilet, I locked myself in one stall. In any normal conditions, I would do my all to avoid public toilets, but today, it will
