The wound was, but his nerves became retarded enough to let themselves be part-not of his body, detaching their very selves into Micael's system and tried to live indefinitely, but he stepped carefully nonetheless.
The bastioned winds and the succulent smell coming from the inn had guided him until the latter one of his boots' heel had kissed the floor and it lied flat down unto the grey pavements, and later his wounded sole, and he was standing straight past the omnibus, and after quite a moment of breathing subconsciously and quite heavily, he then closed the door of the omnibus he just gracefully alighted and the door softly banged. His eyes felt the barging winds coming from the bang of the and were running towards his sturdy eyes, and his eyelids moved downwards a little. His eyes became barely watery not only because of the littlest of breeze which ensued on how he forcibly and abruptly closed the green omnibus' door but also because he was kind of sleepy and he could feel it right at the very bottom of is buttocks, but he stood up like a stick while fixing his left sleeve as it started crumble as he reached for the omnibus' side support as he went alight of the green carriage with posters all over its top walls.
Some were simply liquor posters while others were paintings of Melbourne from the very city, of which Micael had already missed, as well as his friends. One could not think of anybody more than Amy other than his friends, especially Jake and Keith. The laughs, the last dink of their ginger ale-filled glass holdings and the bursting smoky-savory flavors of the beef sliders and the delicate, crispy on the outside and baked potato-like on the inside frites, of which he used to love, and Anna.
One could not forget the looks of her straight brown hair, blue eyes and the starry brows which she had worn from the very first start of his existence, and her smell. Upon pondering and looking blindly at mere ghastly things, her nose started to sense Anna's fragrant smell, especially her shoulders, and could concur that it was way more fragrant and elegant than Amy's.
He was nightdreaming, and all he could think of at that very moment was to continue as doors of one's new life would soon be open, and liquor delivery boys soon be busy knocking and barging in through his door.
"Honey? You seem stunned, is everything alright?" His mother uttered from the very glass front of the grey inn as she and Louis stood closely beside each other right close to a trimmed small bush which had adorned the sides of the inn's entrance. Micael's mind travelling onto the other part of his whereabouts' spectrum had become obsolete, and his head started turning towards the inn.
It was slow, like he really never wanted to not think about Anna, his friends, and specially Amy. He could feel that he was old enough to not be with them and start their respective livings but one's age felt too young enough even start, but he winced internally, moved on with what he was thinking, and looked at his mother's weary brown-ish eyes, and talked lightly with the tip of his tongue: "I am more than just right, mother. Quite just thinking of my school and my study. Feels like I am kind of late and all," and followed by the step of his foot, and the other which had finally concurred into attaching itself into Micael's wholesome body. He walked with half of his eyes paying attention on his wounded sole as he started to feel it again.
He was walking with his left foot straight while other sole was curled so the right heel would support his weight at most, and he continued walking, which looked very normal to both his parents, and he reached the entrance of the inn. The light of inn, which glowed orange-ish, looked very familiar which had tasted by the palette of his eyes, but he knew it was not the very time to even think about something he never really not wanted to be a part of again.
He looked at the glass walls of the inn, and from outside his eyes had reached the cooks' whereabouts where they could be seen preparing their customer's orders, and they looked so passionate about it. The muffled sizzle of the sautéing of one of the cooks could be heard from the entrance, of which the waves coming from the bubbles of his cooking had reached the ears of Louis, Rebecca, and Micael. They were enticed and entering soon enough from the inn was something very predictable, and Micael looked inside once more. He saw the smiles of the cooks while they were preparing what it seemed to be a delicate pan-seared trout and other was working for a sort of puree he could not recognize, but it was while in color. His eyes were roaming like stray dogs when someone from the inn approached them from the entrance, which seemed like someone whom Louis talked to (or one of his friends in the place) beforehand, and talked to his father.
"Louis? That is really you! How are you?" he said then offered his father a handshake, and Louis did not hesitate and hand his hand into his and they shook each other's quite gently, and Micael's talked with his voice at the front of the guy while his other hand was reaching for his hand, and was ought to remove it: "I am more than fine, Jacob. Let me hand your hand to my family, too," and then looked at both Rebecca and Micael which were standing right behind him. He first looked at Rebecca and talked with his mouth towards Jacob while his eyes were on Rebecca's. "This is wife, Rebecca. She's quite excited to eat at your inn since we're alighting the ship as I mentioned that this inn is really the kind of place that will let you forget where you're really coming from," and Jacob walk towards the front of Rebecca with his feet, a mere two steps, and handed his hand towards Rebecca's, and they shook each other's nicely.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Rebecca. Name's Jacob. Jacob Attaway," and they shook no more. He was glad he finally had his friend's family visiting his inn as it had been planned for the past year, the very time of which Micael was not one graduate still.
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