DatLoser
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Jack Miller sat up in his bed and groaned, shifting himself to the edge and sitting there for a second, he brushed his long, brown hair out of his eyes and stretched, yawning loudly.
"Damn... What time is it?" He whispered to himself and reached for his phone.
"11am." He affirmed, putting it back down again and standing up. He quickly changed into new clothes.
"28th of October. Few months since I broke up with her." He winced, walking over to his bedside table and opening a drawer, he looked at a photo of him and a girl and reached in to remove it. He reached in again and grabbed a lighter.
"The last string of attachment." He said, gazing at the photo in his left hand. He held it above the lighter and clicked the light on, searing the edges of it a little.
He opened his window and leaned out, allowing the ash from the now burning photo to land on the roof slates and, smouldering a little before coming to a stop in a grey pile.
He smiled, satisfied by his work and went down to the living room.
Once he got to the living room, he took a Red Bull from the fridge and left the house, mentally steeling himself for the day ahead.
He walked down the somewhat quiet streets, sipping his Red Bull as he went along, noticing a few people on the way. He was shy and tried to stay across the street from anybody else. His life had become somewhat odd lately, he had no friends, he'd left his girlfriend for a stupid reason and as a result he lost his friends.
It was insane, he hadn't spoken meaningfully to anybody in months, but he was sure that he'd seen his ex girlfriend around town lately, watching him go through with errands.
"Damn... What time is it?" He whispered to himself and reached for his phone.
"11am." He affirmed, putting it back down again and standing up. He quickly changed into new clothes.
"28th of October. Few months since I broke up with her." He winced, walking over to his bedside table and opening a drawer, he looked at a photo of him and a girl and reached in to remove it. He reached in again and grabbed a lighter.
"The last string of attachment." He said, gazing at the photo in his left hand. He held it above the lighter and clicked the light on, searing the edges of it a little.
He opened his window and leaned out, allowing the ash from the now burning photo to land on the roof slates and, smouldering a little before coming to a stop in a grey pile.
He smiled, satisfied by his work and went down to the living room.
Once he got to the living room, he took a Red Bull from the fridge and left the house, mentally steeling himself for the day ahead.
He walked down the somewhat quiet streets, sipping his Red Bull as he went along, noticing a few people on the way. He was shy and tried to stay across the street from anybody else. His life had become somewhat odd lately, he had no friends, he'd left his girlfriend for a stupid reason and as a result he lost his friends.
It was insane, he hadn't spoken meaningfully to anybody in months, but he was sure that he'd seen his ex girlfriend around town lately, watching him go through with errands.