Hey guys so I finally decided to update. Don't worry this will be a short Markson story. It'll probably only be like 10-15 chapters. Maybe i'll think of making it longer. Please Enjoy.
- JACKSON -
I held a short hatred towards the bitter end of my relationships. Non had ever really allured me in any way possible to keep me satisfied and interested. I got bored easily and I wouldn't mind ending it without hesitation. They always cry and beg for me to rethink my decision but fairly if I'm bored i'll leave them. For me, myself, and I, just for a while though. I am a guy who doesn't really care for others, I mean, the sex life is good but the rest of the romance doesn't really involve intimacy, it's sweet and I don't do sweetness. Sometimes I wonder why do I get in relationships but I guess it's nothing, just cheer interest.
As I walk slowly on the brick-made sidewalk, which colors were diverse in many shades of pink, baby-blue, red, orange, purple and white, I stare at the lights before me. They mix well with the serene and bright colors of the small houses, apartments, stores and cafés. They shine and the light reflects upon the windows and tables of that one diner I always seem to pass by. The smell of the food is evident and very much enticing. It's no wonder why the place is always packed with people and the newcomers always seem to leave with a satisfied smile on their lips. One important detail, is that of a small, comprehensive and very aesthetic apartment building. The place seemed interesting but not of my taste, I don't do bright colors despite their good looks.
The apartments are small, some are bigger than others, and the houses nearby are complematory to the style of the neighborhood. It's always calm and quiet around here, only sometimes would there be loud and obnoxious sounds coming from the people but mostly there's just cars passing by. It's mid autumm and the season has shown quite the colors and wheather. It's always mild and cold but the air is warm and slow. I enjoy the breeze and the sounds made when they reach the branches of the tall trees, thus making the blossoms and other colorful flowers fall from their living place--- down to the ground.
As I sit on one of the park benches, I take notice of the tall, petite and very good-looking male walking down the street close to where the diner is. He surely is handsome, his black hair perfectly placed on his forehead, beige high boots which only seem to make his legs gain more shape and longer. He was wearing sunglasses combined with a beanie that was black and said "Killerz" on it. His shirt is black and open at the collarbone, exposing the clear and surely soft bright skin and tight around his waist, showing his curves. The tight jeans, which are sexily tighter around his perfect ass, were black also and a jacket, that also said "Killerz" on it, was beige and had zippers all over it. This guy is cute and nonetheless my ideal type. But I don't know him. Frankly, I've never seen him before around here, no one as perfect as him could walk down these streets.
