The cats lurking beside the street hissed when the guy kicked the trash can. He clicked his tongue and bit the cigarette between his lips.
He sighed and brushed his hair up, leaning on the wall. All of these frustrations were already eating him since the day that happened. When his father told him to leave, he just grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the house.
Who cares if he slept on the streets or got stabbed by some random gangs again? It's not that he's afraid of death. In fact, he's willing to accept if that's his fate. Death knocked on his door a couple of times that he would not tremble anymore.
However, in times like this, Railey often thought of her parents. How he wished that the earthquake didn't happen. It will be a happy memory for him if his parents were still alive by now.
